When a man dies, it's of the common belief he ought to be afforded the well-earned dignity of an eternity of peace. There's to be no more strange business with dread captains and monstrous Krakens and bloody thrice-Damned pirates. When a man dies, the story of his life is ended. For better or for worse, the ink is dried and the book is closed. ...except when, as the unfortunate case may be, said man dies on a cursed ship that decides it's not done with him quite yet. Or James Norrington's death is only the beginning of his problems.