Countless voices murmuring behind him, part of the ship, part of the crew, part of the ship, part of the crew, all one voice. All the Dutchman.

He kneels beside the body of his son and raises the knife.

It was always in my blood to die at sea. But that was not a fate I ever wanted for you.

"The Dutchman," he says softly, "must have a captain."

And quickly -- he can do that much, at least -- he brings the blade down.