The heavy scent of ozone and salt hung over the Silent Mary , but Captain Armando Salazar wasn’t looking at the horizon. He was staring at a flickering holographic projection pulsing from a stolen British chronometer.

Miles away, Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of the Dying Gull , holding a muddy flash drive he’d found inside a dead pig. He squinted at it, then tucked it into his waistcoat.

"English Subtitles, sir. For when the rum makes the words slide like eels."