Today a foul wind was whipping around the Caribbean as tonight's battle against the Muertos Moons' magic came closer and closer. Jolly Roger was trying to take a hold of Port Royal so he could have the upper hand in the battle, but the guild and I were not prepared to let this happen! We took to the streets and prepared to defend the island, our swords sharp and our minds sharper!
However, as the invasion waged on and the undead came in more and more massive numbers, Carlos brought the wicked powers of the Headstone down upon us! The Muertos Moon came up, and the land became corrupted as our skin matched that of our undead enemies. Many pirates continued to fight the undead, relying soully on the small hints that distinguished us and our fellow pirates... but I had other plans.
Being the evil tyrant I am, I stormed the beaches in my deepest battle cry and joined my undead brothers as a self-proclaimed Overlord of the Undead! Of course, there was a little confusion at first:
And I even took it up with Jolly:
Eventually, however, we put our differences aside for the time being and I worked as his foot soldier, defending him as we made his way up to the Governor's Mansion:
I even paused to take a quick photo:
In the end, however, I was killed by the united forces of pirates, and Jolly fell soon after. Doesn't mean we didn't rock the house, though!