He did not feel the chill, nor did the sailors under his command. Neither he or them were quite alive and even their skin was cool to the touch. But she was still alive, even if only barely. He went to the edge of the ship, leaning against the railing, leaving mere inches between his back and the water behind held away from them. As they sunk deeper into the water, signs of aquatic life could seen in the water. Deeper still, there was no light save from that of their lanterns, but even that was not enough to show what was in the water beyond them.

For his part, he seemed almost amused at the question. "Most don't ask. They simply assume one identity for me." He shook his head. "But I don't look like a Davy Jones, do I?"