"I'm not a damn zombie," Barbossa snapped, slightly spitting on to the ground. Dramatic killing and tortured souls? The pirate didn't exist for his entertainment! "The curse t'were broken, if ye hadn't figured by now, and then I were killed by a damn fool named Jack Sparrow. Shot! Right in the chest. Oh, it were low." He growled and angrily took a bite of the core of the apple.