The world was awash with blue, the sky a wondrous color that made him gaze in awe, despite having been here a plethora of times before.
Water sloshed against him, waves rising and falling in the distance like great mountains. A stream of azure fell from the sky, falling right behind him into the boundless ocean.
His violet eyes stared at the scene, not paying anything particular attention, focusing instead on the swirling circle floating at his feet.
Barbossa adjusted his glasses, thin rims encasing an equally thin lens. He leaned down, hand submerged, stopping the flow of the looping water.
The water was cold and shallow, just like the future. It was, in fact, the future, a visual representation of his Edict.
The water devoured his hand, climbing higher, latching onto his arm. It swelled further, shifting onto his body, swallowing him whole.
