Salazar lay on his side, watching the sky clear. The vengeance was gone. The curse was gone. And for the first time in a quarter-century, he felt peace. He saw his father’s face. He heard church bells from a Spanish port he would never see again.
“You should have let me die,” Salazar said, his broken face twisting into something almost like grief. “Now you will watch the sea burn.” pirates of caribbean salazar
“Find me the boy who made me dead,” he hissed to his silent officers. “The one who wears the ashes of my pride as a hat. Captain… Jack… Sparrow.” Salazar lay on his side, watching the sky clear
They fought. Steel against spectral rage. But Salazar was beyond swords. He reached for Jack’s throat with hands that turned to smoke and cold. And as he touched Jack’s skin, he felt it—the living heat, the pulse, the life that had been stolen from him. And for the first time in a quarter-century, he felt peace
“No hard feelings, eh, Capitán? You chased the horizon. I just happened to be on it.”