Sitting near the rusted toilet retching everything I had in my stomach I felt my life's choices had been poor. Like sure I've had some fun times, but more often than not I was locked up in some crappy cell dealing with one difficulty or another and trying to find a way out of my predicament. It was almost enough to make me change my lifestyle to one that was safer and more apt to not feature imprisonment. Almost. Look as often as I get thrown in prison or have to kill an entire village or some other moral dilemma normal never have to deal with. I also get to in theory live forever and burn literally everything in the whole world. These are great perks!
So between my second or third wretch (I can't really recall the exact number at this point, I mean I wasn't exactly in a great state of mind), the ship lurched to the side causing me to miss the toilet more than I had been previously and I groused to the no one else in my cell that they can't even keep the stupid ship moving straight (which in the past with wind powered ships was more understandable than these huge engine powered monsters). When I heard screams and gun fire I figured something else was up. At first I thought it was Hanlon who was saving me (wouldn't be the first or last time he's done that) but when my cell burst open and I saw ghost pirates waiting for me? Well to say things were awkward would be an understatement.
And yes I knew they were ghost pirates since they were dressed like pirates but clearly ghosts. That's what hundreds of years of experience buys you.
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