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It'd be cool to write a lore of us ingame, where, if Disney approves of it ingame, we can use it. Anyone can see it by clicking on "Lore".
Ah, well, we need not start talking about the many legends of that inestimable pirate League. We need not tell how he outwitted Jolly Roger, escaped his service, brought his undead ruffians to lie in their true graves at the bottom of the sea, nor how he escaped from the toughest of prisons at Kingshead using nought but a chicken bone, two-timed Lord Cutler Beckett, escaped assassins of the the black coats' order, and outmaneuvered the fleet of the pirates' hunters in a slide of a canoe, a half-destroyed piece of a sloop.
Nor do we need talk about how he outmatched all but his own crew in the midst of pirate to pirate combat, utilized the curse of the Aztec gods to bring down the foulest creatures, joined with the French to bring down his enemies in the Spanish, led his French pursuers to drown in the midst of a Carribean typhoon, and, in the doing of all of this, pitted both Captain Avaricia and Captain de Porc into mortal combat against each other.
Aye, the tallies have been cast: the mightiest powers all want League, and, in not trusting their own crews to bring him in alive if caught, have ordered him dead. But a new rumor has surfaced: League is dead and living at both the while, casting his lot among the buzzing flies.
At the heart of this rumor came up another: League has the tongue of a serpent. To listen to it is easy, but to fall at this easy drop is to walk into the pit. Do not listen to him when you see him. For all his words he is nought but a target, devoid of a mouth. I want him dead. For the man of yours that catches him, an entire fleet of War Ships shall pale in comparison to his reward. And, as for your reward, well, let's just say that the record you've amassed will be proven as much a legend as any legend of League.
Signed,
Lord Cutler Beckett the Second
P.S. This letter is written in scorpions' blood, the finest ink in all of the Carribean.
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