The ghoul struggled against the steel threads twisted around its body, their razer edge digging into his skin. Instead of blood, a viscous and rotten green-black ooze started to leak out of countless wounds that had spread across its body as the ghostly skin began to tear.
It barely managed to open its mouth, its throat straining against the wires as it forced out a ghastly groan fitting of a creature torn from the grave. It's breath reeked of salt water and rot.
The ghost opened its mouth slightly, before spitting right in Scar's face. The viscous gunk, just like the type that was oozing from its wounds, slapped uselessly against his mask. The pirates lips twisted into a gnarled smile, showing its mouthful of rotten and crooked teeth.
"I ain't tellin you nuffin'. Nuffin' you can do can ever live up to da Captain. You'll see. You'll fear him, just like everyfin else. So I'd rather die than tell you anything, Not that a piss ant like you could ever do tha-"
