Ye beware of dead Pirates
Blood leaked from his mouth as he whispered a few words from an ancient voodoo spell. “I’ll be see’n the lot of ye again… and if’n not ye, then ye decentents ya wretched dogs. Ye hear my words, and hear them well. I’ll be coming back for my vengeance. And when I do… I’ll be unstoppable ya hear?” he managed to choke out before dying. In what felt like a flash of the mind, his eyes opened. He was cold, lifeless. Skeletal fingers with raw flesh draped on lifted to his face. Letting out a sigh...