The ghostly pirate barely had a chance to wrap his mind around what was happening, before Scar's hand lunged forwards and latched around his throat like a vice. The spirit let out a gargled whimper, despite the fact he never had to breathe ever since he died, he was suddenly overcome with a suffocating feeling as soon as that hand touched him.
The most horrifying part about it, for him at least, was that the hand was flesh and blood. Something that should have passed through him harmlessly instead of being able to touch him, never mind being able to make him feel this way.
It was a defiance of the natural laws, the new natural laws that was, that it startled not just the pirate that was being held but all of those surrounding the ragged man. All at once they halted their desperate attacks, looking on in abject horror at the hand gripping their crew-mate as he was lifted into the air by his throat.
