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#51 Posted by superstay (12360 posts) - - Show Bio

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Immediately hoping on his steed, the cowboy wasted no time upon his getaway. “Com’on…we best get on…”, he looked to the sky, taking a scent of the breezy air. Smelling the clogged smoke flush the sky before the rainforest began its repair itself, the survivalist knew the Awekian skies were reacting from the heavily dry fire that burned from within the jungle. And as the clouds started forming rain, the sound of the horde were growing closer with thunderous pace. Startling the pirate’s horse, he acted quickly and in a hurry. Reaching down a grabbing Barbossa’s hat, with all of its wealthy touch, he took it for himself. Bowing to the high-and-mighty figure, now lying on the floor to their feet, the outlaw chuckled in gloating spirit, “tis tis, capitán…ye’know, as a fellow captain, I surely do admire ye…..”.

As the captain hit the dirt, calling for them to both help him and get the outlaws, Bourbon turned away from the cloud of stampeding animals. With his blunderbuss loaded in hand, the shameless pirate looked to one of the men with piercing eyes. As the group chaotically ran for their leader, Bourbon pointed the black powder predecessor to the shotgun and fired it with a merciless shot. Hitting one of the men dead in his armor, the fleeing outlaw had no chance to see if the man was still alive, since the unsuspecting Spaniard was launched straight off of the cliff by the hammering blast. As Grey watched, firing a shot from his revolver into the face of another soldier, the drunken pirate leaped onto his black horse and sped down the trail. “AYE AYE…AJAJAJAJA!!!”, the sea-loving outlaw lustfully laughed a hardy one of adventure, as he waved the captain’s hat in the breeze. Beating Grey to the lead, the cowboy waved at the furious gentleman, who was finally getting to his feet. “Watch out for the herd, Captain…”, he began to yell as he grew farther away. While the horde of large group animals flushed the path with a thick scam, forcing the Spanish horses to flee along with them, Grey laughed. “By the way, captain…I’M NO AMERICANO!!!”, the Awekia survivalist howled in gleeful spirit.

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While the group of cattle followed them in frightened numbers, the wrangler addressed the two men. “Alright, we need to get rid of this here horde, before we crash into that there cavern…..”, he thought of an idea, before his partner spoke up with urgency. “uh, Grey…mi think Barbossa has company…”, he pointed over the steep cliffside. As the numerous tropical birds of the jungle fluttered for their own survival, in scattering directions, Grey noticed a Spanish ship in the river down below. Large and mighty, the vessel hurried after them, along the wide river that winded forty foot down from their position. With the Spanish flag planted broadly along their powerful sails, they were following the outlaws. However, before either of them could speak a word about it, they were met with the sight of a flying object soaring through the edge of the path. Many yards ahead, Bourbon saw that the ship was shooting cannon fire at them. With piercing ripples in the wind force, another cast icon ball came hurling at them. Nearing knocking the cowboy off of his black steed, the trained stallion stumbled through rocky debris and stumbled a few times before regaining its footing.

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“Fellas! What about that path!”, the pirate pointed to the first large fork in the road that he could see. Drawing attention to the idea of them going down that way, leaving the main path to the horde and the Spanish. However, the secondary route dove in the mountain and into the forest. “No, we must stay here…”, Grey spat before looking back to see a few of the scared animals breaking apart. “…what if we send the horde that way?”, Bourbon guessed a plan that could utilize the fork. Chaotically reacting to cannon blast, the instinctual creatures were afraid of the path ahead of them, and frantically charging for alternative ways to safety. As many of them fled back into the drizzling rainforest, Grey straggled back to the far edge of the cliff. Pulling his gun, he fired high into the air and down into the dirt, scaring the group into moving farther on the inside of the road and away from him and the edge. As the fork grew closer, the pirate frantically searched his satchel for a stick of dynamite. Finding his last one, he lit and launched it towards the cliffed route. And, as it exploded, sending the message of danger to the herd, most of them either flooded the path or darted into the trees. While Bourbon urged his steady steed through the puffed smoke, Grey watched the thick group break apart and signed a breath a relief, before another burning cannon ball hit the cliff directly behind him. Causing his horse to leap into the scattering remains of the stampede, the cowboy noticed the few remains of the Conquistadores de Inquisición lingering far behind. After catching up to the other two outlaws, the brown haired Awekian spoke, “…we have company…..”. As the drunkard looked back to see the captain firing at them, he scoffed out in annoyance, “AY!...remind mi t' take 'em bloody scalp, next time…”, in a somewhat joking manner, he patted the stallion’s back with the metal helmet of the captain, alerting it to speed up and around the few cattle stragglers that fled with them.

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#52 Edited by JamesWest007 (373 posts) - - Show Bio

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James spoke in horror as he shouted the word, “STAMPEDE!” for even before the animals were in sight their presence was felt. For as the horde moved in closer, the very ground beneath them was shaking violently, as the trees around them fell one by one. Still off in the distance, the approaching sound echoed as if Hell itself was charging forth. As for the Spanish Conquistadors surrounding the Outlaws, the fury of the stampede was enough to spook their horses to the point they bucked back and forth throwing their riders to the ground. Soon even their leader Captain Barbossa was looking up from the flat of his back just in time to see Bourbon leering over him, holding the fallen Captain's hat boasting, “tis tis, capitán…ye’know, as a fellow captain, I surely do admire ye…..”. Now with the stampede closing in, The Grimm Gold Brothers decided to spend their last few fleeting seconds dispatching the outnumbering member of the Spanish army and as such they both open fired against them in their own way. First Bourbon shot off his predecessor to the shotgun, dead center of a soldier's chest plate, causing a ringing sound to gleam once the gun blast died down. Immediately the Spaniard was knocked off his feet and even sent flying through the air, eventually falling off a cliff side to the cold river below. At the same time, Grey used finesse over force, and instead of firing off a round of shrapnel he went with one well aimed shot at a Conquistador’s face, hitting him in the slender area just under his helmet and above his high rising chest plate. Even James joined in, after jumping back on to his steed, and replacing his gun for his rifle, shot off two well aimed shots at one soldier’s chest plate, and with the extra force behind it, the weapon managed to do enough damage that the rounds pierced through the mans armor and lodged deep under his skin.

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With no further ado, Bourbon leaped onto his black horse and sped down the trail with a high hardy “AYE AYE…AJAJAJAJA!!!” beating Grey to the lead, as the stampede closed in fast like a wave of destruction. Immediately, the Spaniards were over run, forcing their horses to flee along with them dragging their shamed bodies along. As for James he fled in haste riding along neck and neck with the Ex-Pirate while Grey held back long enough to taunt Barbossa one last time by laughing back at him, “By the way, captain…I’M NO AMERICANO!!!” Now in a race against being trampled, Grey took charge again and suggested to all, “Alright, we need to get rid of this here horde, before we crash into that there cavern…..”but instead of an “I agree or how” Bourbon responded back with a, “uh, Grey…mi think Barbossa has company…!” For far below, along the river blue, a royal navy ship for the Spanish armada floated by, with all sails at full mast and the Spanish flag flying high. They were somehow following the Outlaws every move and with a Conquistador looking out in the crows nest, they were spotted. Immediately James remarked in awe, “How the Hell did they get here?” as he looked down upon the ship. However, before either of them could speak a word about it, they were met with the sight of a flying object soaring through the edge of the path. With an ever increasing wail, a large cannonball fell from the sky, hitting hard and blasting away the terrain around them. Then just as the first one hit the ground, another was sent flying along its way. Soon the path the Outlaws were on was turning into a crevasse, as even their horses bucked wild from the carnage, one even nearly knocking Rumgold off of his black steed. Despite it all the Outlaws stayed true to their coarse, riding hard as to escape both the stampede and now cannonballs!

But amidst the total carnage around them, it was Bourbon who noticed a means to end as he mentioned, “Fellas! What about that path!” drawing attention to the idea of them going down one way, leaving the main path to the horde and the Spanish. But to the surprise of the others, Grey replied back, “No, we must stay here…” At this point, James was getting concerned and shouted out loud, “Well somebody better do something fast or we’ll all be dead soon!” But again the drunken Ex-Pirate stood with his plan and suggested, “…what if we send the horde that way?” as he pointed off to the alternate trail leading away from the Outlaws destination. Without a word, Grey agreed, and even moved into action to assure his partners plan, and straggled back to the far edge of the cliff. Once there he fired high into the air and down into the dirt, scaring the group into moving farther on the inside of the road and away from him and the edge. Then, in order to seal the deal, as the fork grew closer, Bourbon searched his satchel for his last stick of dynamite and with a mighty toss launched it towards the cliffed route. As Grey held back, the dynamite trick worked as the remaining animals in the stampede, instinctively ran away in fear as planned, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Immediately James shouted, “Yahoo!, it worked, Bourbon you drunk fool I could kiss you!” But as the last sound of the stampede was running away Grey caught back up with his partners, and alerted them both, “…we have company…..!

Coming in fast behind the Awekian Outlaw, road the Spanish Captain bruised and bloody, but still with a determined look in his eyes. It was if nothing on mans Earth could slow him down, as he lead a smaller group of now eleven men right behind him. As for the soldiers themselves they road hard blindly following their Captains orders, with one or two of them still holding a personal grudge. Now together, the Outlaws raced along their chosen path, with Spanish bullets wisping by their head, as Barbossa ordered his men, “Kill the other two but bring me the one named, ‘No Name’! I will tend to him myself!” It was at this point Bourbon scoffed out in annoyance, “AY!...remind mi t' take 'em bloody scalp, next time…” But as luck would have it, the Outlaws managed to gain a lead against the Conquistadors as their bodies had to deal with the stampede. As the trail twisted and turned, many times, it seemed that with each turn the trail grew darker, with a sense that all eyes were upon you. It gave off such an eerie feeling that James lifted up his collar to cover his face. Then, just around one of the last curves they came face to face with a gigantic cave opening oddly shaped like a Serpents head. It’s mouth was the opening with two stalactite’s hanging down like fangs. While its eyes were two tiny sized openings that managed to capture the light just right, that they appeared to follow you.

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With less than minutes before the Conquistadors would catch up with them, James came up with a plan. In a hasty voice he explained, “Hold on a second fellows, I think I got a plan.” Turning all attention to Grey he continues, “If me and Bourbon ride ahead say fifty or so yards, we can wait there for an ambush.” He then looks to Grey with a solid poker face as he goes on “It’s just we need someone to lead the Spaniards past our hiding spots so that when they go by, me and Bourbon can jump out and catch them in the cross fire.” Finally he puts his hand on Grey’s shoulder as he explains the worst part, “And sense Captain Barbossa has shown such interest in you already, you would make the obvious choice. So do you think you could find some way to get all those Conquistadors into following you, and you alone, into that cave where we will be waiting?” He then turns his back on Grey as if signaling a lack of faith in the mans capabilities, as he finishes with a slightly mocking tone, “or is it too much for you to handle?” Either way James was proud to live or die next to the man and should he accept it he would do every thing he could to make the ambush work. Should he disagree, James had enough horse sense to know Grey probably had an even better plan in the works. But either way a decision needed to be made quick before the Spaniards would arrive in numbers!

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#53 Posted by superstay (12360 posts) - - Show Bio

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Looking down the winding path of rich jungle trees around the rocky road, the cowboy slowed his horse before the cave. Reloading his revolvers and rifles, Grey listened to James’ plan. Staring into the mouth of the snake shaped cave, the brown stoned tunnel was pultruding out of a rocky side of the humongous mountains to Awekia’s north. A side of the monstrous extinct volcano that was Mt. Theronus, numerous roots trees of the rainforest’s might stretched high from the mountain. Curling around the mouth of the black entrance, the greenery and lush vegetation oozed with the sound of the jungle. “Well, we better get ready…”, his lowly muttered as the two followed the idea of an ambush. Still sitting on his horse, he heard the birds following above them. Long above, they hovered around the wrecked mountain roof, flying past the glaring sun and misty clouds. Looking down the scope of his weapons, they two brothers knew they were going to have to get rid of the Spanish before they came across the treasure. So, an attack was assured in both of their heads, it might as well be an ambushing one. While the drunkard did the same, sharpening his blades and checking his ammo, he caught the heated scent of the dreaded valley between two volcanos.

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As Bourbon hopped down from his horse, thinking over the plan, he looked over into the other side of the hilly path, staring into the valley. Made of hard rocks and dried dust, the windy canyon was a high altitude landscape that contained the country’s hottest temperatures. While the Calide forest covered all of the extinct mountain, the trees did not dare step into the canyon below; nothing did. “Ay…whar be we ti be off? Th’ treasure be in ‘tis volcano, Right?”, the pirate stood with widen eyes set on the ‘Smokey Valley’ that separated the giant volcano from its still active smaller brother. Addressing the map holder with a thought to where they’d have to travel to, Grey looked up and spoke out in his normal faint tone. “…well, the mark is technically in Dragoon…”, his nodded up to the smoking volcano in the distance. As Bourbon gave him a confused look, they both darted their vision to the sky. Seeing their messenger patriot, they knew they had a message from their employer.

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“…at the valley end, where the two mountains meet, the treasure lies…”, a northern England influenced accent spoke out in description, the two outlaws immediately draw and aimed their firearms at the surprising emergence of their employer. The wealthy gentleman from the eastern side of Awekia, stepping out of the shadows of the dark undergrowth, Mr. Jest stood in his Victorian three-piece suit. With a smile on his face, looking the gunmen in the eyes of their mighty pistols, he grinned. “…put those barbaric things away, we don’t have much time to talk”, the tall, thin man walked between the men. With his head positioned in a posture of the high-class, he calmly spoke to the outlaws. “…I can’t hold off Barbossa, all day…”, he smiled and pulled the top hat from his neatly kept head. Holding it gracefully against his chest, he held a cane in his other hand. With his slim frame drenched in luxury black fabrics, and the appearance of being freshly groomed, the man grinned. Smelling as if he had just left his manor of silks and lavenders, he walked with the pep of someone who did have to trek through the same troubles as them. “…well, what do we possibly have to thank for this visit…”, the grey-eyed brother looked down at the figure that always happened to be the heart of their issues. “If ye must ask, so unequivocally frank, my dearest has looked into yer mysticism problem…I fear that someone else is after the treasure.”, the gentleman stared with a playful bit of tap dancing. He began to twirl his cane, as Bourbon asked, “…wit’ th’ lawmen, natives, beasties, ‘n th’ Spanish, isn’t thar that be all I can take o’ people after ‘tis ‘secret’ treasure…”.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at the Jest with an air of frustration towards the amount of problems they’ve encountered. Glaring into the eyes of the happy Englishman, the gentleman snickered, “ye speak as if ye haven’t been chased before”. Knowing the pirate was still on edge from being hunted by the law, as he always it, Mr. Jest continued strutting over to him as the second brother assisted his mate. “…doesn’t make it easier, dealing with bullets whizzing by ya head…..”, the cowboy grunted in his usual low tone, as Bourbon seconded. “But, ye wouldn’t understand…ye kind hav’ never dealt wit’ ‘tis type ‘o stuff…”, the pirate scoffed as their employer laughed. “Ye’re right…I handle far graver matters…like yer ‘curse’ problem…”, he stated before he stopped and pointed his cane into the view of the canyon, “we have company on this voyage, and their already down their…”. Turning to them all, he finished his entail, “…we must hurry”, walking past them, he placed his hat on his head before tipping it to James. “…..it’s a pleasure, Mr. West...I deeply hope this ordeal hasn't been too constraining on yeself...”, knowledgeable in the past few days of their activities, he passed the man as he stepped back into shade of the bushes. Turning to look at the outlaws, the gentleman asked, “…ow, it there anything ye lads may desire, I may be able to oblige thee?…I know how torturous the valleys can be”. With his slim frame drenched in luxury black fabrics, and the appearance of being freshly groomed, the man grinned.

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#54 Posted by JamesWest007 (373 posts) - - Show Bio

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Within mere minutes before a small army of enraged Spanish soldiers were upon them, James and the others were checking their gear. Each man preparing for an inevitable blood bath, as they reloaded their guns and sharpened their blades, each knowing full well that they would be needed. Following James idea of an ambush, atop his horse Grey replied, “Well, we better get ready…” committed to the plan, yet from the half hearted way he said it, it seemed his mind was elsewhere. Instead he looked outwards, across the trail, leading toward the crevasse lying between two volcanoes, one still active. Immediately, Grey caught the heated scent of the dreaded valley below,as if it was calling to him as part of the Awekia’s outback, in a way that only he could understand. Meanwhile, Bourbon hopped down from his horse as he too looked over to the other side of the hilly path, staring down, following his partners lead. Curious to Grey’s notions the Ex-Pirate had to ask, “Ay…whar be we ti be off? Th’ treasure be in ‘tis volcano, Right?” to which the man ever so surly answered back, “…well, the mark is technically in Dragoon…!” As for James, he was fidgeting around, knowing the Conquistador were a stones throw away and just wanting to flee before getting shot, but seeing that the terrain meant that much to his partners, he too unmounted his steed and stood along side them. “Some call it Smokey Valley” James commented as he looked across the way, “others say it’s the Devil’s crevasse, because it so hot men burn just in its presence and suffer there for an eternity. Either way its a place no man wants to go and no man comes back from.” Now realizing the time they were wasting he quickly changed the topic and insisted, “But if we don’t getmovingNOW on the ambush, were as good as dead!

Suddenly, the three Outlaws noticed Bourbon’s parrot flying over head in haste, circling above them in a determined state. To the Grimm Gold Brothers it was a forewarning that they had a message from their employer, but to James it could only mean bad luck. As all eyes were focused upwards, the sound of a British Gentleman spoke saying, “…at the valley end, where the two mountains meet, the treasure lies…” but at the mutter of a single word, all three of the Outlaws drew their guns on him. Stepping out of the shadows of the dark undergrowth the dapper individual Mr Jest, moved into the light and in a polite way, with a smile on his face remarked, “…put those barbaric things away, we don’t have much time to talk”, followed by, “…I can’t hold off Barbossa, all day…” Immediately James lowered his colt, even without realizing it, as if the stranger had some strange control over him. In fact James’ hole body felt like he was in a trance, only able to listen and learn. However the Grimm Gold Brothers were far from docile, they were quite aware of who and what Mr Jest was and in that state of mind Grey scoffed, “…well, what do we possibly have to thank for this visit…” Not one to play his full hand, the mysterious man answered back as best he could, “If ye must ask, so unequivocally frank, my dearest has looked into yer mysticism problem…I fear that someone else is after the treasure.” knowing it was not the full answer they wanted to hear.

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As the conversation continued, it centered around how Mr. Jest received all the riches while the Grimm Gold Brothers did all the work. In fact the way Grey explained it was, “…doesn’t make it easier, dealing with bullets whizzing by ya head…..”, in his usual low tone, as Bourbon seconded with a, “But, ye wouldn’t understand…ye kind hav’ never dealt wit’ ‘tis type ‘o stuff…” as he bickered back at the English Gentleman. As for James, he stood there like a lump on a log, with a blank expression on his face and his mind in a euphoric state. Still he desperately wanted to say something, anything, about what was going on around him, but every time he attempted to move or say a word, his thoughts quickly flew away to a forgotten realm, leaving him an empty shell with a silly smile on his face. Finally he heard the words, “Ye’re right…I handle far graver matters…like yer ‘curse’ problem…” coming from the mysterious stranger, and felt a fire burning within him. For at the mere utter of the word ‘Curse’ the images of the Ghost Princess mixed with his partners in a skeleton form rushed his subconscious, fueling him on to break the trance and speak up. Like a child saying his first word, James found the way to ask, “wwwwhat is it youuuu are holding overrrrr my frienddddss...?” as he tried his best to reach for his gun with a numb hand. Slowly James felt his life force returning, all from his concern over is partners in crime, and all the flack he had to deal with finding the treasure.

For the first time, Mr. Jest found himself noticing James upright and even found an odd interest in the man’s words and deeds. Apparently his concern over his clients struck a cord. Still not one to lose an edge, he placed James back in a relaxed state, removing all desire to ask questions about their past or arrangement, yet capable of discussing the mission at hand.After a quick tipping of his hat welcoming James to the fold he remarked ever so politely, “…..it’s a pleasure, Mr. West...I deeply hope this ordeal hasn't been too constraining on yeself...” Immediately, James felt like the odd man out, trying his best to catch up with the conversation, but all he could say was, “Well thank you for your concern. It hasn’t been all that bad, except for the Kraken, we could have used some help there, cause honestly I’ve never had to deal with anything like that before.” Still in somewhat of an euphoric state he continues on awkwardly saying, “But luckily I’m riding with two of the greatest men I’ve ever met, men I would be honored dying next to, even though Bourbon does smell like the back end of a sweaty mule!” with no idea what he was saying. Still unaware of the others response to his off topic comments, he could feel all eyes upon him, each looking at him now in a different way. But before he could be criticized, Mr. Jest spoke up again, with his final words on the matter, “…ow, it there anything ye lads may desire, I may be able to oblige thee?…I know how torturous the valleys can be.” Now with his wits slowly returning to him,James had only seconds to respond before the British Gentleman would vanish back to where he came from, and he had only seconds to come up with a question. Immediately his mind raced looking for that one question or detail that perplexed him the most. Knowing he would never mention the Ghost Princess ever again, he finally found himself with the answer. Reaching into his saddle bag he pulled out the Golden Crown and tossed it at the Brits feet. Then in a sincere tone he asked, “Earlier ago we three found that crown as well as a golden sword and shield resting inside a cave no ordinary man could find. Now in my mind that means there is something more to them than their price, so what can you tell us about them?” His mind then begins to drift to the images of his partners in a skeleton form, but the harder he tried to remember it the more he forgot.

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Taking a few steps towards the rolling crown, he reached down a seized the artifact. Placing his graceful fingers around the golden material, Mr. Jest lifted the rich object to his face. Staring into the many gems and jewels that littered the side of the crown, the gold shines under the sun, sparkling at it turn towards him. Hovering under his straightened nose, it brushed against his well-groomed mustache, as he took a quick whiff of the wealthy artifact. Smelling an overwhelming amount of energy scolding from it, as well as the subtle power that poured from it, the gentleman smiled and realized the spell of the headwear. “…are ye sure this was meant for no ordinary man, mi good laddy?”, he retorted with a slick smile that stretched into grins. Holding his crisp voice into the hole of the crown, he lifted the hat off of his head, before replacing it with the royal headgear. Closing his eyes to the feeling that came over him, he experienced the power that gave him the sight of the mystic world between life and death. And in those eyes, the man stared at the view it gave its wielder. Staring at the two outlaws, in all of their undead glory, Mr. Jest nonchalantly stripped the crown from his head. Still aiming his eyes at the men who he naturally saw in such a way, the magician knew the American has seen them in their true state. The state that their pass wrongs led them to, the Jest smiled in his knowledge of having saved them from a life of death, dumb, and blind wandering. But, not knowing the true story behind them, he joyfully played with the James' unfortunate ignorance in the native curse that started their journey to become so grim.

“…we’re all ordinary men, and we hold these very artifacts in our fingertips…”, he snickers off a calm statement, passing them all off a normal. As the two brothers attended to their weapons and tools, Grey counted out his tools and Bourbon counted out his grog. “…but, ye mind is already filled with much grief, ey mate? Lady luck hasn’t really bestowed her kiss upon ye, hm?”, the older man spoke with ears that had listened to their journey, so far. With the knowledge of all that have transpired, he looked to the eyes of the outlaws, who’ve already questioned the man’s insanity, much earlier in the trip. With a sly thought to the cryptic woman of the man’s mind, the magician smiled with twinkling eyes. As the birds chirped from the air, and the sound of rainfall continued pouring in the thick entanglement of trees, the men stood suspended under the blaring sun. A light that basked over the entire area, the enlightened mystic stared at James with a smile. “This world is preoccupied with many things, truths and lies…..who are we to say what anything is and isn’t……our mind is all we could believe, ey?”, he looked at the misty landscape around him, as he breathed a deep breath of trust in the many unknowns to life. “…..though, the mind is a rather notorious trickster…..”, Mr. Jest laughed at the untrustworthy nature of things. Laughing fairly hard, in a soft croon of a nobleman of his statue, “…the treacherous nature of things, ey?”, the suited man topped his head with his own hat before nonchalantly dropping the cryptic speak. However, he continued passing the items off as mere trinkets of worldly purpose.

“But, mi couldn’t tell ye much about the origins of this…”, he tossed the crown back to the man, as he playfully pointed his cane at it. “…for all mi know, it very well, may be revealed when ye find the treasure…”, he said as a matter of fact. Shrugging off the thought, he continued his grin, as Bourbon chuckled off a thought. “Ay, like th’ Crystal Skulls, in ol’ England?”, he spat out his memory with a bit of his drink. Thinking about that hunt, the pirate began to wonder if the three items would work in a similar fashion. Getting a agreeing nod from their employer, Grey’s horse turned to face the man who spoke up in advice. “…but, I’d advise ye to hold on to those trinkets…they may certainly prove to be useful, in the coming circumstances…”, he muttered as he gazed into the canyon beyond them. “But, with that, mi love is awaiting mi return. So, I bid ye all a farewell…”, he bowed and tipped his hat before whistling his way into the bushes. A somber tune of solitude, the hymn was low and thoroughly drawn out in each sliding key shift. With the fade of the man’s voice, his notes were soon replaced by the birds around them.

And with that, Grey could hear the men coming up the road with ferocity, thunderously pounding at the ground with the hooves of their steeds. As Bourbon mounted his horse, he pulled him in the right direction as his partner whistled for the dog to head into the black tunnel. Gripping the handle of his revolver, Grey bit his smoke and took a deep drag before aiming at the thunderous sound. As the mist built up over the horizon, he heard his brother’s horse begin to ride off. “Com’ on!”, Bourbon called before speeding down the path and into the heated direction. Calling for James to follow, the pirate stayed behind his bird, who darted down the path. As the cowboy aimed, he hoped the two were gone as he witness the helmets of the men. And in that instance, Grey fired a revolver shot at the silver plates of the leading soldier. Catching the glimpsing scold of the captain, the smoky-eyed outlaw, grabbed his stallion and fled into the cave’s dark abyss. Drawing their attention, the men shot back and hurried behind. “Sigue a ese bastardo...no lo dejes escapar...I want his head…”, Barbossa shouted with fury and might, as his men narrowed their way into the snake’s mouth.

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#56 Posted by JamesWest007 (373 posts) - - Show Bio

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Still in somewhat of a trance, his mind and body felt as if they were merely going through the motions, rather than fully in control. His jaw hung down low as his arms dangled by his side. Except for his speech and an occasional muscle twitching of his hands, he was a motionless representation of a man. Still, he eagerly waited to hear Mr. Jest’s answer to the Golden artifacts, even though in his state of mind he would probably not understand. In his own way, the mysterious Mr. Jest looked over the crown, tasting it, smelling it, even listening to the sound it made, when tapped with a finger. But most importantly, he looked over the many gems and jewels that littered the circle of the crown. Once done with the normal five senses, he used his special gifts to gaze beyond the norm and abruptly noticed the subtle power that poured from it. In a somewhat whimsical tone he remarked, “…are ye sure this was meant for no ordinary man, mi good laddy?” Again James just stood there and smiled, like a trained dog waiting for a snack, all the while staring out blindly into space. In the mean time Mr. Jest continued to play with the crown. Placing it on and off his head, he ignored its ability to see the other side, for it was a world he was all to common with. However, he was now aware of the fact that Mr. West had seen his men in their own state. Letting him learn of their passed wrongs that had led them there. Judging this knowledge was not deemed ready for such a simplistic mind, he decided to joyfully play off James' unfortunate ignorance in the native curse that caused their journey to become so grim, and allow him to learn it in his own time.

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Passing off the artifacts as normal, he showed the crown no more regard than a tin cup. Still playing a game with words, he made off topically comments “…we’re all ordinary men, and we hold these very artifacts in our fingertips…” but upon saying,“…but, ye mind is already filled with much grief, ey mate? Lady luck hasn’t really bestowed her kiss upon ye, hm?” his intentions were clear. With a slight turn of his head, he looked to the eyes of the outlaws, who already questioned the man’s insanity, and let them know that would be the excepted explanation.. Even James, in his relaxed state, was now doubting his own mind, not so much that he felt insane and was loosing his grasp on reality, but that he merely misinterpreted some of the facts during some of the more intense moments of their adventures. Still Mr. Jest went on, playing the card of sanity with careful phrases as, “This world is preoccupied with many things, truths and lies…..who are we to say what anything is and isn’t……our mind is all we could believe, ey?” and “…..though, the mind is a rather notorious trickster…..” soothing James’ mind with a soft low tone and reassuring words. By now James was repeating his every word under his breath, nodding in complete agreement, with his head bobbling back and forth. At this point Mr. Jest could have told him he was a chicken and James would have agreed. Eventually letting him off the hook the dapper British man remarked, “But, mi couldn’t tell ye much about the origins of this…”, he tossed the crown back to James, “…for all mi know, it very well, may be revealed when ye find the treasure..” as James thoughts slowly returned to his own.

Soon the glassy look over his eyes faded away, making room for two bright blue eyes, as his face regained a flushed tone. Even his own thoughts began to return to him, beginning with his love for life, friends and fortune. But just as he was grasping the finer points of where he was and whom he was with, the soft voice of the Ghost Princess whispered in his inner ear, one word “.....remember....” and with that, a simple thought was hidden away in his subconscious, locked away until needed later. In the mean time, despite his inebriated state, Bourbon was the first to begin putting the pieces together as he considered if the three artifacts would work together, like the acclaimed Crystal Skulls. But before a word could be said, Mr. Jest finished with an important, “…but, I’d advise ye to hold on to those trinkets…they may certainly prove to be useful, in the coming circumstances…” hinting to unseen possible events. As if a foreseen map to their lives had been planned. Then with a simple, “But, with that, mi love is awaiting mi return. So, I bid ye all a farewell…”, he bowed and tipped his hat before whistling his way into the bushes. As the last bit of him slipped away, James dropped to the floor like a sack of wet potatoes, hitting the ground with a loud, THUD, as his wits finally returned. Without missing a step he leap back to his feet with his gun drawn shouting, “What? Where am I?

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Suddenly, and without warning, the sounds of the Spanish Conquistador’s army was heard, as their horses galloped forth with blinding speed. Immediately James shouted, “I told you we needed to move fast but no, you two wanted to look out across the Devil’s Crevasse!” Like a bullet he jumped back on his steed, and grabbed the reigns tightly, but not before yelling back, “And now it’s too late to try an ambush!” But by now the Grimm Gold Brothers were on it, as Bourbon headed for the safety of the cave shouting, “Com’ on!” and Grey held back the army with suppressing fire. As James followed in close behind the Ex-Pirate, he could still hear the sound of a bullet from Grey’s revolver, ringing as it hit against the silver plate of a soldier’s armor. It was indeed a wonderful sound to hear, but unfortunately it was followed by the insensate sounds of Captain Barbossa shouting, “Sigue a ese bastardo...no lo dejes escapar...I want his head!” Now running blindly inside the cave, the place was lit by an eerie blue glow, given off by rare minerals in-bedded in the walls. The cave itself was a wide open tunnel, that continued a downward slope, lowering with every stride. Unfortunately there was no place to hide, just an open space leading in one direction. By now James was racing along, shooting back at the approaching army while keeping his head down, hoping his partners were doing the same. Unfortunately his escape came to an abrupt end as the path he followed split into two other paths. Above the one to the left, there was the sign of the morning sun etched into the wall for all to see, as a full moon was etched on the one to the right. Both symbols were in plain sight, unmistakable representations hanging above, with either a meaning or warning. On any other occasion James would have taken a path and never looked back, regardless of any afterthought, but now doubting himself he impatiently waited for an answer from Grey. With only seconds to waste, he steadied his steed and asked the one question on everyones mind, “Well Grey, you’re the leader, which way is it? Sun or moon?....and make it quick!

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Fleeing through the tunnel of darkness, the outlaws fled for freedom, as the crystals lit their path. As dust and chalk crumbled from the thunderous rumble of the Spanish army, they charged with ferocity, as the hunted cowboy sped up. Flying down the cave’s trail, they bounced on their hustling steeds. Laughing like a hyena, the cackling pirate spat enjoyment at the fear that tingled up his neck. Choking on the liquor that ran down his face, he looked back and fired his flintlock pistol. Rippling black smoke into the channel of unknown darkness, Grey pulled himself down to the heated back of his steed to avoid the puff of cast iron and powder that zipped over him. “Watch out, ya fool!”, the grey-eyed bandit smiled into the wind, warning his brother who was a bad enough shot on shaking horseback, yet alone in the dark and drunk, as he heard a few rocks dropping from the wall. Immediately thinking to make the chase difficult by dirtying up the route, he gripped his firearm. Glaring at his partners, the outlaw grabbed his wide-brim hat and aimed his revolver at an icicle of stone. “Ay, allow mi some fun, mi beg ye?”, Bourbon shouted over the six blurring shots that brought the rocky column down into the path, as the two horses leaped over in quick fashion. Looking to the pirate with stilled eyes, the smirking cowboy shot off a few more shots, “…ya won’t be sayin’ that, when you’re back at the hangman, with a rope around ya neck…..again”.

Getting nothing but a hearty laugh from the adrenaline filled pirate, using his boost in energy to force any fright out of himself, the brunette man downed his drink before looking to James. “Ay…loosen yeself, mi boy…..the bloody hangman hast finish mi yet…hahaha”, he thought to all the times he’s survived the death sentences he’s been given. So many that he’s given up on seeing them as ending, and rather roadblocks in the life of the Grim Gold Brothers. “ye be tis but an outlaw…ye life on th’ brink of death…..no worry, mate”, he cried out in joy, as his gun continued firing. The group shot down rocks and stones. Blocking the path with debris and rubble, they eventually stopped before the forked way. Two tunnels, they both stared at the directions of darkness that lied before them. Seeing the sun and moon symbol, Grey stared into the heated air of the sun path and Bourbon looked down the breezy wind of the moon’s. “…which way?”, the pirate’s hand lied on the handle of his sharpened sword.

Pulling out the map, Grey knew the treasure was on the left, heading to the Dragoon volcano, which a radiating heat from even this very great distance. But, the moon path must lead back into Mt. Theronus. “…well, the treasure is this way”, he pointed at the sun route, before both of the brothers looked in the direction of the storming horde of conquistadors. With a wicked smile of the pirate’s face, Grey smirked with a like mind. “…Ay, we best get rid 'o tis’ bucko first”, he muttered as the cowboy whistled for the dog to charge the moon path before he pulled his horse onto its hind legs. In a declaring action of trumpet pride, the two charged the tunnel of cold wind and darkness. Into the black abyss of the cave, they were met with little but a shaky blue light fading into the distance. As the hole grew close in illumination, they rode with intensity and speed, as the bird flew far ahead. “Ay laddy…lead the way!”, Bourbon focused on speed, as the path winded and curled like a coaster of stone and dirt. As the ground thumped under their horses’ feet, they could hear the sound of water and dew buildup. Seeing the bird hit the blue glow, it shot high out of sight as they approached the tunnel’s end. And, with a wide expression of awe, they saw that the moon path led them to the belly of the mountain.

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Huge and open, the entire central well was bigger than most towns. Revealing them to be high in the air, their trail was a bridging way of stone and canyon bits. Connecting one side of the mountain well to the other, the monstrous cave shined under the bright roofed crating into a mouthful opening, capturing the image of the sky numerous thousand feet above their blurring heads. As the sound of seagulls echoed below, the blue light came shimmering up from the lake that lied inside of the mountain. Lake Iyonia, the many hundred thousand square foot body of water was the largest subterranean lake in the world, with their view only accounting for a mere portion of the surface. “Holiday! Be careful!”, the pirate shouted to his bird, she rose up the throat of the mountain and into the sky, as they continued riding for the winding trail. But, as they did, Grey could hear the Spanish ships passing underneath them, following the river that passed through the lake. “…let’s go down…”, he yelled to the group, pointing at the cliff that winded along the walls of the welling mountain. As a thick cloud of mist and fog floated up into the air, rushing from the airy water like a volcano of wind, the two outlaws couldn’t help but bask in the sweet smell of wet air. So full of lively essence, the cave bared undergrowth, as ivy and bushes clung to the inner sides of cliffs and system openings. Creating a mini ecosystem in the mountain, the meneral rich vertical tunnel was beautiful to the eyes. Fresh and misty, it was harmoniously calming and rejuvenating; while it lasted.

The Spanish tour into the cave, with his highness leading the way, firing into the mist. Shouting words of their native tongue, they riddled the walls with led. "Mi swear they be growth in them size, ey?", the pirate grunted under his voice, as he witnessed a train of royal flags and armour trekking after them. Filling the road with their presence, the two outlaws were too preoccupied to notice the surrounding light. As the misty cloud blocked the sunlight out of the surface opening, a navy blue beam of light poured enlightened mysticism into the huge hole. A light the shine upon everything’s truth, it lit the two outlaws with a near neon shade of funky tents. As Grey looked back at the horde, his face with bony with sunken flesh and his eyes were resting in black sockets of his decomposed skull. As his clothing rippled in a tattered mess of shadows and wilted fabrics, he and his partner were still unaware of the shifting environment. Airing his revolver, he and Bourbon fired shots of pitch black smoke and brim powder. As their grim images looked towards the Spaniards that caught up to them, Barbossa’s eyes widened in sight. “Au nom du seigneur!...”, he muttered to his lord, in shock, as he pushed on out of prided will. “... leurs moissonneurs de la mort!”, one of the conquistadors cried in a jolt, as the fleeing outlaws turned on the wall and began their decent into the lower levels of the tunneling hole of the mountain.

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Then, in the midst of the fury of bullets, Bourbon noticed Grey’s cursed form of ghoulish being. “Ey, fella…ye may want ti look at yeself…..”, he slurred into the air, as Grey turned his reflective attention. With a full view of his partner, he stared at the man’s state before looking to the mortal outlaw. Seeing that the lad was still the same, the outlaw knew the brothers’ truth was exposed. As both of them refrained themselves from answering to the cursed image, Bourbon dropped his eyes to the ship that lingered below. “Ow, a ship…”, he gazed at the vessel before pulling himself to the edge of the cliff. Pulling his sword, watching his large parrot dive for the lake, he howled into the sky and leaped into the open space of misty wind. “BOURBON!.....that jackass”, the survivalist knew his partner was going to blindly try to take the Spanish war ship. “…BK, protect the horses!”, he ordered his red eyed hound to guide the shadowy steeds down the trail. “James…I’ll be back...see ya at on the other side”, he called to the third outlaw, knowing he had to go after his blind-fated brother. Placing his revolver between his icy teeth, he leaped off of his mighty horse. Whipping through the pulsing wind, he fell like a rock. Hearing the otherworldly howl of hid dog echoing in agreement, Grey freefell for the water. Leaving the captain in angered wonder, his men began to second guess the pursuit, after seeing the act of either idiocy or insanity. However, their fright was halted by the order of their leader. “Go, go…I want their heads…NOW!”, he yelled for his men to go after them. Pushing the closest one, the piercing eyed Spaniard watched as a few of his men jumped from their horses and dropped through a abyssal stretch of a few multi-thousand feet of utter terror.

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Running for their lives, the three Outlaws rode blindly into Snake Mountain with a small army of Conquistadors close behind. With every step Spanish bullets flew by their heads and with every stride the Spaniards drew closer. They were so close, James could feel the hot breath of their steeds on the back of his neck. Still keeping in pace with a light hearted mood, Bourbon commented to James, “Ay…loosen yeself, mi boy…..the bloody hangman hast finish mi yet…hahaha” as he thought to all the times he’d survived the death sentences he’d been given. In response, James laughed back saying, “Well it isn’t the rope that’s bothering me now, it’s those damn Spaniards!” But with the Spanish Army riding closer every second, their approaching doom gave little room for levity. With all hope running out, the hint of an idea twinkled in Grey’s squinted eyes and without a word he raised his gun to the cave’s ceiling, ahead of the Spaniards and open fired. With each shot the hanging stalactites fell, blocking the path with debris and rubble. Soon all three Outlaws were firing upwards with James shouting out a loud and resonating, “Yahoo!” as the Conquistadors were now trapped behind a wall of stone. Unfortunately, the barricade would not last long, for the sounds of Spanish soldiers could already be heard on the other side, fast at work moving the rocks away, while cursing out loud in Spanish!

Looking ahead, the Outlaws rode on down a winding path, illuminated by rare minerals embedded inside the cave’s wall. James took a moment or two to dab away the sweat from his brow with his handkerchief, while petting the back of his horses head, commenting, “Good boy!” Suddenly the trail gave way to a fork in the road, with two smaller caves leading onward. Two ominous paths, one leading to the left the other to the right. Above them, high enough for all to see where ancient carvings of two recognizable images. Above the one to the left, there was the sign of the morning sun etched into the wall for all to see, as a full moon was etched on the one to the right. Both symbols were in plain sight, unmistakable representations hanging above, with either a meaning or warning. Without any prior knowledge of the symbol's meaning, all eyes turned to Grey. As James hastily asked the one question on everyones mind, “Well Grey, you’re the leader, which way is it? Sun or moon?....and make it quick!”, Bourbon looked down the breezy wind of the moon’s path and calmly asked. “…which way?” Immediately Grey pulled out his map and held it to the light. With a watchful eye he looked up and down the map, crosschecking it with the symbols before him. Soon he looked up gazing towards the path to the left under the Sun image and declared, “…well, the treasure is this way”, as he pointed the way. But before the Outlaws could ride on their way, finally reaching the resting place of Draco’s treasure, the moment was ruined as the sounds of the Conquistadors were heard approaching......again! Immediately, and with a wicked smile on his face, the Ex-Pirate yelled, “…Ay, we best get rid 'o tes is’ bucko first” as Grey was already putting a plan in motion. In a declaring action of trumpet pride, the two charged down the moon tunnel, a tunnel of cold wind and darkness, leading further down into an abyss, with James passionately thinking to himself, “But you idiots! The gold is to the left!

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With the firm words, “Ay laddy…lead the way!” said by the Ex-Pirate, in reference to his bird leading the way the three outlaws saw that the moon path led them to the belly of the mountain. Alone it stood bigger than most towns, with a winding trail that was like a bridge of stone and canyon bits. Above them the monstrous cave shone from an opening, letting the pail moonlight of a starry sky shine down upon them, As the sound of seagulls echoed below. For resting below, in a calm soothing state was Lake Iyonia, the many hundred of thousand square feet body of water. The largest subterranean lake in the world, with their view only accounting for a mere portion of the surface. Suddenly Bourbon shouted, “Holiday! Be careful!” as his feathered friend rose up the throat of the mountain and into the sky, but it was Grey’s comment that caught James’ ear. For far below, floating atop the vast Lake Iyonia rested a fleet of Spanish ships, armed and ready for a war. Because of this, Grey spoke up, and with his infinite wisdom said three simple words, “…let’s go down…” as he pointed the way. As for James, his loyalty to the Outlaws was deep, deep enough that he would follow them into the mouth of Hell, but again all he could think was, “But the treasure is down the Sun Cave!?!

With guns blazing the Spaniards rode forth, waving their royal flag in the process while cheering in Spanish along the way. Immediately, and with all attention focused on the Spaniards, James shot back, while his horse bucked, wild from the tension. Suddenly James noticed the slight hint of fear in Barbossa’s eyes as he muttered to his lord, in a state of shock, “Au nom du seigneur!.” But despite the odd cuff remark, James kept his eyes locked on them all, as he fired off the last four remaining bullets in his gun. The first shot hit a soldier in his upper left shoulder, hitting against his armor and jolting the man back, with no more than a dent in his steel plate. The next one hit one of their horses, clipping him in the leg, forcing the steed to stumble forth taking the rider along with him. With the last two, James took his time and aimed carefully. Keeping the Conquistadors flag bearer in sight, his first shot pierced through the wooden flag poll, causing it to break in half, letting their flag fall to the ground and get trampled under the hoofs of their own Spanish steeds. The second one hit the same mans flesh, sending a hot piece of lead to riddle through his face and explode out the other side, spilling the mans brain far behind him. At the moment the man’s lifeless body hit the ground, James let out a hardy “Take that you Spaniards!” as he quickly began reloading his colt in record time. But the oddest part to the gunfight, was not the shots fired back and forth, but that the eerie glow from a navy blue beam of light above had exposed the Grimm Gold Brothers for what they were. Once again they were seen as a ghostly pale image of their former selves, standing upright as skeletons covered with tattered cloths and rotting flesh. But amidst all the carnage going on, James and the other Outlaws were still unaware!

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Out gunned, the Outlaws began their decent into the lower levels of the tunneling hole of the mountain, while continuing to shoot back in force. Along the way, Bourbon happened to get a glance of his partner Grey, in his cursed form of ghoulish being ,and warned him “Ey, fella…ye may want ti look at yeself…..” Immediately both of the Grimm Gold Brothers were aware of their spectral appearance and with hollow eyes they looked back and forth at each other. They even threw a glance or two in James direction as a point of reference to their cursed forms. Still James was unaware, for all his attention was directed at cutting down the numbers of Conquistadors shooting back at him. Suddenly he heard the drunken boastings of Bourbon shouting, “Ow, a ship…”, as he gazed down at the Spanish fleet below, setting anchor upon dry land far far underneath them. Filled to the brim with both liquid, as well as his own natural courage, the hasty Ex-Pirate held his hat tightly and leap blindly down the few multi-thousand feet of utter terror. Immediately, his better half shouted, “BOURBON!.....that jackass” knowing full well that his partner was going to blindly try to take on the Spanish war ships. It was then Grey called on the attention of James as he warned his mortal partner, “James…I’ll be back...see ya at on the other side.” It was then, as James turned around, he caught the full glimpse of his ghostly partner, standing in a haunted vision of his former self.

Immediately, James’ hands went cold and clammy as his jaw hit the floor. His face, went pail, without any flush tones as his eyes rolled back in his head. Even before Grey’s selfless leap down the abyss, James’ was slowly going into a mild state of shock. For his mind and subconsciousness were in a war, fighting to control his natural impulses. In his mind, he had just witnessed Grey in a skeleton form, rushing back waves of other related thoughts threw his head. But his consciousness was doing the opposite. Still, somewhat under Mr. Jest control, James subconscious was telling him to doubt the image and replace it with a more acceptable one. By now James’ body was shaking as his body sweated profusely. It was a miracle that he was still capable of standing. Suddenly his dire situation was brought to a halt as a single bullet fired from a Conquistador’s rifle, pierced through his left shoulder. In less than a second James spun around from the force of the bullet and ended up falling face down on the cave floor below him. There he rested, still fighting an internal struggle, but lifeless and motionless to the world. As his body lay still, the Spaniards move in, in full military fashion, with Captain Barbossa leading the way. Ignoring the fear in his men’s eyes after seeing both Grey and Bourbon in their haunted form, he quickly orders his men, “Go, go…I want their heads…NOW!” expecting them to blindly jump down the few multi-thousand feet after them! Fearing their captain more than the visions they had witnessed , a handful of his men jumped eagerly, simply following orders. From those who stayed behind, a lowly private, the same man who shot James, now stood over the Outlaw asking in Spanish, “And what of this one, Captain? Should we just kill him now?” Immediately Barbossa thought, “yes and do it quickly” until his military training took over and instead said, “No! Toss him over his horse and bring him with us. We may still be able to use him to get to No Name!” With that said the Captain and his remaining men began riding down the long and winding trail that would inevitably take them to the waiting Spanish fleet below. As for the Grimm Gold Brother’s pets and steeds who knows, but James lifeless body was now being pulled along like gear on his own horse, heading downward into the unknown!

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Ripping through the air with blinding force, they fell like rocks for the rich blue sea surface. Staring into the blurring wind that crashed against their withered faces, they gripped their hats as they could faintly hear rushing air around them. Feeling numbness and their eyes were pressed shut, they were dazed to the scene under them, as they bombastically splashed against the lake top. As hard as hitting a wall, they thumped through the touch water top, tearing through the surface and sinking through the thick water of murky cavern lakes and rivers. Two minor ripples in the giant sea of crystal clear liquid, the dark reflected the rocky surface of the roof. As the blue glow came from within, the two outlaws lowered into the home of the algae that poured out the shine of neon blues and fuzzy purples. As the galleon battle ship set sail for the underground shoreline of low growing trees and bushes, the caved beach drew the fleet’s attention away from the two men.

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The pain stung deep into their cursed immortality, before they could realize what was really going on. Opening their eyes, Grey was able to see the body of his partner, floating towards the closing rocky river floor. The lake lied in the shadows of the land that the sunlight didn’t touch, and they floated under the disguise of the lit water-top. Immediately coming to his foggy senses, he moved his hollow head around to see the wooden ship belly beginning to move for the shore of the subterranean shoreline. With ripples of the few Spanish men, plagued by their own vulnerable mortality, sinking under the death of the impactful crash, the ghoulish-looking cowboy looked about the sea bed. And with his gun still between his lips, he started swimming up to the surface, once his eyes witnessed his drunken partner still kicking. Sticking his head out of the water, he saw that the ship was in fact a medium sized galleon ship, likely a cargo vessel used to carry the Captain pass the rather tight mouth of Theronus’ entrance to the lake. So, looking back at the mouth of the cave, lying so far away, he knew the warship from earlier was still outside of the cavern and on the river in the rainforest. Making their job harder, Grey figured there were probably more Spaniards, and the docking galleon was probably sent to follow and pick up Barbossa. Although, while he began to search for the next step in the plan that they were forming as they went along, the cowboy was unaware of the pirate’s movement under the ship. Hitting the ground with his hungry eyes set on the ship, Bourbon climbed the rocky riff of solid shards, before getting high enough to grab the ship’s bottom. As it hovered in the bay of the breezy beach, the brunette swashbuckler utilized his age-old skills of the piracy trade. Heaving his small dagger from his belt, Bourbon began to climb one of the anchoring ropes. With an anxious look in his eyes, he stared at the flag, as if heaven lied upon the decks of the ship.

“…Bourbon!”, the cowboy hissed lowly under his air-gasping breath, as he tried to get his idiotic partner under control. But, as the privateer continued on, the survivalist outlaw pursued behind him and followed him up the rope. Watching their bird sore past them in a watchful manner, Grey bit his gun with gusto as the aerial creature cawed high into the clouds. As Bourbon climbed into the first gun port opening he could reach, slithering into the hull of the vessel, the cowboy was right behind him. Crawling into the dark belly of the ship, they both stood. “Bourbon, what the hell are ya doin’…we need to go!”, Grey whispered with annoyance, as he held his revolver in one hand and his bowie in the other.

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The majority of the Spanish crew began preparations for their captain’s arrival, seeing his group storming the mountain cliffs, many levels above. The crew of a bit more than a dozen men tending to the anchors and sails. Bringing the sails down to a low speed, many of the shipmen were upon small boats, carrying the anchors out to the position of their docking spot. Since the still too large to take to shore without wrecking it, the galleon lied just out far enough for the smaller boats to quickly travel from the naval vessel to land. As many of the Spaniards watched the misty beauty of the lush forest that grew inside of the mountain cavern like a true wonder of the world, the moist breeze drew fresh air around them, along with many other soaring birds to hide the outlaws’ messenger carrier.

“Bien señores, ¡Prepárate para abordar al capitán!”, the vessel’s captain alerted them of the even-approaching Barbossa. Looking to the armored men, yanking and pulling at ropes that attached to the anchor chains, they bayed themselves closer to the beach. While the airy sound of water filled the background, the captain watched as the knights drew closer to the shore and eventually stood ready for their overdue return to the powerful Spanish navy. With a smaller navel watercraft sent to carry the Captain to the galleon, the wooden single-sailboat lingered in the shallow water lifting Barbossa and his men, and their captive. As the seagulls darted high above, the crewmen noticed a larger-than-average sized parrot soaring with speed. Cawing load and furious, it caught all of their attention, “¿Que es eso?”.

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“We ain’t capturing this here ship…ain’t like the Spanish navy gone give it to us…”, the logically thinking outlaw looked around. Hearing the shuffling water of another ship, he peeped out of one of the gun port holes to see a small sailboat heading into the lake from the river. Small and quick, the quick-minded cowboy noted it in his mind. “...like mi care wha’ th’ bloody navy wants…”, the pirate spat in full-intent on taking the beautiful vessel from the god forsaken Spanish. Moving towards the staircase, Bourbon heard the footsteps rapidly moving along the surface, before seeing that there was a lower level. And, with a slight whistle of lollygagging exploration, he strolled down into the lower bowels. A blackened storage space of crates and barrels, the pirate had to see what was inside of them. Pulling his sword, he hacked and stabbed at the barrels, halting to the sight of rich liquor pouring from the gashes. Dropping down to taste it, he squirmed at the pleasure of it being the same drink from the Spanish camp. Immediately standing and hacking into the crates, he smiled at the gloriously gleaming shine of gold and jewels. “Lord, bless thee Spanish…”, be began indulging himself in the riches of the wealthy bowels.

“…yea, well, ye could face the entire navy, by ya self…I’m ta-”, he froze when he noticed the Rum-scented figure was absent from the gun deck. Darting his head around, “Bourbon?...where are you?”, he muttered as the small boat sailed to the other side of the galleon, heading to the shore. Looking out of the gun port on the opposite side, Grey witnessed the almighty Captain standing at the beach. Waiting for the small traditional merchant ship to arrive, the cowboy saw the group had captured James. “DANM”, spat under his breath before returning his attention to finding his troublesome partner. Now having to save both of them, the smoky-eyed bandit pulled out and lit his cigarillo while walking to the stairwell. Hearing the rummaging of his gluttonous partner, he hurried downstairs to see Bourbon standing in the midst of liquor and gems. “Fella, wi hit th’ ultimate…Spanish booty”, the pirate laughed. “Bourbon, we need to go…Barbossa is on his way…..”, he warned the drunkard. But to no end, the pirate wouldn’t leave, Grey turned his attention to the barrels after a few seconds of frustration. “Hey, is this Spanish rum?”, he cheerfully asked with a smile, getting a nod from his partner, the bandit knew that Spanish rum was said to be among the strongest as well as the sweetest. So, aiming to test its proof, Grey grabbed a keg and ran upstairs.

Quick to his actions, he looked around the gun deck and found a stash of dynamite and gunpowder. “Ay, Grey fella, don’t top off too much, mi boy. Ye’re not as strong as I wit thee grog…hehe”, the pirate staggered back up to see his partner drenching the pile of explosives in flammable liquors. “Wha’ are ye doin’, laddy?!”, he huffed out his drink, as the cowboy stared out of the ship hole, seeing the men begin to board the small carrier vessel. Looking up to see Holiday circling the large Spanish ship, it cawed at them from far above, alluring them of their mystic forces still lingering arounds. “…getting up out of here”, Grey smiled before striking a match and throwing it into the soaked powder. Striking a flame, the outlaw pushed his complaining half back as the fire started to spark. And, in a flashing instance, the entire floor blew out from the insides. Causing the cannons to fly and destroy much of the ship, the main sail of the ship came crashing down into the vessel. Leading to the many leaps for safety, the rest of the bowel exploded along with the foundation of the galleon, as the two outlaws dived for the sea. Narrowly being hit by hefty debris, the two men swam deep into the murky sea of wealthy loose trinkets and wooden wreckage.

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While the furious captain stood on the deck of the sailboat, he stared at the huge explosion. Creating a cloud of reddish yellow smoke over a graveyard of burnt wood and frantic crewmen, the water lied in flames and the galleon lied in shambles. With his heavy heart beating under the pressure of the two wrecking one of his glorious naval ships, Barbossa was awakened by the sound of his men’s horse pulling away from the water and thunderous explosion, and towards the land. With many of the steeds running for the trees, the angered captain yelled. “LEAVE THEM!...No sé qué son esos dos, pero los quiero muertos!”, he ordered, wanting to hurry and get to whatever was left of the ship. Gathering aboard the smaller vessel, the knights pulled whichever horses they could and sailed out, watching the water surface any sign of the outlaws. With no sound from the bird that rose back into the clouds, the slowly swam under the belly of the boat. Slowly inching up the side, Grey lied under the light of blue tent, as his partner dripped dry along the back. And, in a quick flurry of a attack, Bourbon pulled up upon the rear of the ship and fired his blunderbuss. Covered in the midst of his bony skeleton, his black smoke shot across the deck of the ship in a haze. As Grey surfaced along from the front, emptying his six-shooter into whoever he saw, his eyes watched the captain and the captive. While gunpowder pellets hurled about in retaliation, the two outlaws clung to the railing and edges as they fired hot lead upon the deck.

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Like a saddle bag, the Spaniard threw James’ body over his horse, tying his hands and feet together at the same time. From his shoulder a steady stream of blood trickled down, weakening the Outlaw with every drop. His mouth was dry and his wound throbbed, and except for his own horse he was in enemy territory. The fact he could even remain conscious was a testament to his fortitude. But with every stride the soldiers took to reach the base of Snake Mountains, and the safety of their Royal Ship, James fought in his own battle trying to find a way to free himself. From his face down position it was near impossible to reach any weapon, and even if he did he was still vastly out numbered. So for now all he could do was listen and bide his own time. It was then, between the random moments of pain, he managed to hear a choice piece of information that would be vital to remember. Although his Spanish was rusty, he was pretty sure he heard the Captain say, “We need the lost treasures of Draco to fund our king and his armada, so that we can invade and conquer the United States, and claim it as our own!” Suddenly the boisterous Captain noticed the fact that James was conscious, and with his own arrogant pride stopped his men in mid stride. Dismounting his own horse, the Captain made his way over to his captive, and shouted to his own men, in Spanish, “It is about time we got some answers!” Knowing their leaders intentions, the soldiers joined in with a round of laughter that echoed off the caves wall, adding a more ominousness tone to their already devious sounds.

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Grabbing his riding crop tightly in his right hand, Barbossa began his interrogation with a simple question, “So who are you, you filthy diseased Americano?” Even before James could answer, the Captain struck, bringing his leather strap down hard upon Jame’s exposed back. In one strike the weapon pierced through the Outlaw’s shirt, and cut deep into his flesh. Soon enough the blood from his back was dripping almost as fast as the one in his shoulder, either way a red pool of blood was forming beneath him. Again, Barbossa shouted, “Who are you?And who do you work for!?” as he raised his crop for another swing. This time he allowed James to answer, but never one to sale out his friends, he looked back into the Captain’s eyes and replied, “Why me? I’m ‘Nobody’,” he smiles back taking pleasure in the mans grief “..and as you already know I ride with........ ‘No Name’!” Enraged over the answer, as well as looking a fool in front of his men, the Captain held nothing back swinging his arm down multiple times until his own arm got tired in the process. With each and every strike the Captain shouted, “You will answer my questions, you sniveling little insect!” Eventually his own anger reached a point to where he stopped yelling in English and began shouting in his own language, “...Usted no hará un tonto de mí!!!!” Through it all James kept his composure, taunting the Captain with his unwillingness to answer, and took ever strike like a man, with no more than a low an unpleasant grunt each time. By now the Captain’s own men were seeing their leader in a different light, a more weakened, lessening sight, and because of this he could take …..no more!

Now regaining the respect of his men, and more importantly their fear, the Captain began removing the solid black glove over his left hand by grasping the finger tips with his teeth. Building up both suspense and awe he ever so slowly lifted it of his hand, until it was finally gone from sight. To James’ surprise, the man’s hand was gone, possibly severed off years ago in some battle, leaving only a carefully sculpted representation of one, made from pure gold! Its every detail was finely crafted from the protruding knuckles to the well shaped finger nails at the tips. It even caught the dim eerie blue glow from the walls in just such a way that its reflection made it all the more enticing. By now his men stood back, fearing the already ill temper of their leader, knowing at this point it was best to stay out of his way. James however, looked back at the Captain, spending one brief seconds to gaze at the expensive appendage, and remarked, “I know a certain individual that would love to take that hand from you,” He continued to mock and laugh at the Spaniard, “and gladly kill you in the process!” Unable to take anymore, the Captain pulled back his golden hand, only to make more room for his inevitable swing. In one striking motion, the Captain’s hand collided against Jame’s head, knocking him completely unconscious as well as leaving a small gash along his head, just on the left side of his temple. Again in Spanish Barbossa shouted, “Do you see men?” he raised the now blood stained hand up for all to see, “This is what happens to all who defy the Spanish Inquisition and stand in our way!

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As the uproarious cheers from his men died down, Barbossa made it a point to spit on James before mounting his steed once again. Eager to reach the shore below he pointed forward with his gold hand and shouted to all in Spanish, “Ride fast and ride hard my men, for our future lies along the shore, below!” Moving forward at double time, the Spaniards quickly reached the shore line just in time to see a small manned boat in dock waiting for the Captain to arrive. Being the highest ranked officer, Captain Barbossa was the first to board the small carrier vessel, with only two of his men in tow and of course his prize. Tossed on board, James was placed at the back of the craft just under Barbossa’s feet, where he left them there to assert his dominance. Back on shore, the Captain left the majority of his men behind, along with his gear and the men’s horses, fully intending to send another boat back for them. Suddenly a huge eruption occurred as the Fleet Vessel exploded from the inside out. Immediately a fire ball rose from the ashes as wooden planks flew in all directions. Even the concussion force from the explosion was strong enough to knock around Barbossa’s tiny carrier vessel, that only managed to stay a float due to the years of training from his men. Back on shore the remaining horses bucked wildly, beyond the control of his men, but with all attention on the wreckage ahead, Captain Barbossa yelled for all to hear, “LEAVE THEM!...No sé qué son esos dos, pero los quiero muertos!

Now in a hurry to get to what was left of his ship, Barbossa was at the point he was ready to throw his own men off the vessel in order to go faster. His eyes were now two daggers with one and only one goal, Kill ‘No Name’, and dance over his rotting corpse. With only a shell of its previous self, the Navel Ship stayed afloat, with the burning carcass of his men resting along side. In Military fashion the Captain ordered all his remaining men to open fire, at any one or thing not dressed in royal Spanish armor, hoping and praying that a rare shot would hit. Meanwhile the Grimm Gold Brothers retaliated in kind, as Bourbon pulled up upon the rear of the ship and Grey surfaced along from the front. Once again bullets flew in both directions as the cave filled with the smell of gun powder. Soon the sound of Barbossa’s voice was drowned out by the sound of gun fire, that was until he order to all his men “Cease Fire!” Still unable to see the Grimm Gold Brothers, Captain Barbossa played his last and only card, and as such stood up in the tiny boat. Grabbing James with his good hand he propped the Outlaws body against his and pulled out a three feet long sword. With a stern look he placed it against the incapacitated Outlaw’s neck and held it there tightly. Then in a final declaration of war, he shouted across the sea, “No Name, we have one of your men! If you do not lower your weapons and surrender, IMMEDIATELY!, I will kill him right here and now!” Immediately all the living Conquistadors waited in anticipation to see what would happen next. Unfortunately, James was still unconscious and as such was unable to help in any way. As for Captain Barbossa, he was a hundred percent guaranteed to kill James even if Grey somehow complied. But through it all more blood would be spilled tonight, unless Grey could come up with a plan!

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Bullets and powder smoke screeched everywhere in sight, as the musket men retaliated against the two hidden outlaws. Causing an echo of ear-piercing sound, both of the brothers were too deep in their own minds to hear. One drunken with crazed lust for the attack, Bourbon laughed like a hearty devil, as his blunderbuss and revolver emptied into the nearest and more-open men on the ship. Leaving them stumbling and/or falling overboard, he hid behind the railing in successful cover, as a hail of lead pellets and bullets streaked over his numbed head. However, his partner was worse off in the instance. Having been the one who lit the ship-destructive explosion, Grey fired from his revolver with bleeding ears. Ruptured from the blast, his face was revealed in its mortal form as blood oozed down his rugged sideburns. Filled with fluid, he couldn’t hear anything at all, while his eyes focused hard on filling the workload of what his ears couldn’t do. Darting around the deck, he riddled the boat with bullets for the men.

Hitting heads and necks, as the pirate blasted loud craning puffs of fatal smoke into the armoured Spaniards, Grey’s condition caused him to not hear the call of the Captain. Continuing to fire into the men, he did see James’ position of danger, immediately yelling to his Brother. Gesturing with his eyes, the two had their attention on the same thing, as the swashbuckler prepared for what he did best. With his thick fingers clenching to a small ball of cast iron and powder, the chuckling pirate tossed the flash bomb. Causing a non-lethal blast of thick smoke, the few horses that stood aboard all moved in fright. Choosing to take the safer leap over into the sea, the animals removed themselves from the fray of death, causing even more trouble as they knocked around many of the remaining Spaniards with their frantic flee. Even knocking into the captain, the furious man pushed his way back to a sturdy position before noticing that the deck was fogged by the white smell of chokingly terrible stenches. As the two outlaws boarded hopped over the barriers, and pulled their blades with charge, they began their attempt to take the ship in true privateering fashion.

Though the naval men fought with terrorist might, firing bullets and swinging steel at the speedily agile two, the Brothers move fast and rather desperately in a mindless act of action. While Bourbon managed to slice and defend man of the attacks in a fairly nice showing of swordsmanship, the Bowie knifed cowboy grabbed a rope off of the floor and sprinted for the unknowing captain. Under a flying frenzy of bullet smoke and past a chaotic distraction from the pirate, Grey shot through the smoke and flew into the gut of Barbossa. Spearing him with intensity, the Spanish man gasped in breathless reaction as the outlaw rammed both of them up and over the wooden railing, soaring into the water below. Leaving the pirate alone with their trapped mate, Bourbon ran with quick wits and fury. Firing at armour and swinging at skin, punching at shattering blood soaked noses and kicking at tender underparts of delicacy, the shameless fighter unfortunately received a bullet to the outer end of his chest. Sending his crashing backwards in scoffing agony with no time to whimper in their charging approach, adrenaline filled the pirate as he threw himself down and through the legs of one of the gentlemen.

Yanking down his trousers, Bourbon punted his bare body with passion before crawling for cover. “James, ol’ pal…ye need ti get t’ safety, fella”, the swashbuckler muttered into his bottle, not even sure where the outlaws were at this time. In a moment of clarity, the pirate drunk himself back into a stupor of self-medication before grunting to his feet and returning to the fight. Throwing another actual cast iron grenade into the middle of the remaining Spaniards, he fired his blunderbuss into the chest of one of the closest and howled in testosterone filled glee, forcing away the dire pain in his body. With his voice being immediately drowned out by the mild explosion, which sent the closest men up into the air and blew the rest in opposing directions, bourbon was left to get rid of the straggling lads.

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Hitting the sea with immense force, the two men were trapped in a daze of pressure and shock. Staring up at his attacker, the Captain’s eyes widened at the up-close vision of the grim brother. In a sea of mystic energy, with the water glowing blue through the light of the unknown, the cowboy’s true form of cursed being grunted back at the righteous mortal. Eyes of darkness and skin of bonnie rotten flesh, the wilted hair remaining on the revealed skull swayed through the air, as lively fingers of tattered muscle and flesh gripped at the neck of the Spaniard. Freezing him in a wondering state of chilly thought, the outlaw looked into his eyes like that of the reaper of souls. As he witnessed the endless depths of coldness in the brother, Grey and the captain sunk into a pool of darkness.

Almost eternal in blackness, the lake was an abyss of nothingness in the instance of their being. One which grew evermore fearful to the both of them. As a voice beaconed through the empty skull of the grim being, “…no, no, no, Mr. Silver…we must not have the light of Mr. Barbossa extinguished here…”, the cowboy knew it was his employer contacting him in that very moment. Urging him not to kill the figure who held an important place in the Spanish colonies of Awekia, as if to know how much his life was still needed to history, the mystic voice flooded conviction and truthful sincerity, while still holding the hint of jesting spirit that lived in the soul of all of the Jests. Now aware that the abysmal present of the glowing light of funky dark blues and whistling linger of ash-filled water was the linking presence of the employer contacting his hunters. And, in the moment of Grey’s awakening from the message, he grunted in pain to the captain’s redirecting of his own Bowie knife, stabbing the survivalist in the ribs in an attempt to kill the being.

But, in the crimson blue that capsuled them with a tent of shimmering light, the misty shadow of blackness poured from the skeleton of the brother. Surrounding both of them as it bled out with pressuring essence, it pronounced the dark life of lifelessness that was all that lingered in the bandit. As cold state that caused the cowboy to rear back his fist and drive unconsciousness into the face of the shocked figure. Before pulling the man back up to the surface of the water, Grey floated in his mortal appearance again, welcoming the taste of fresh air and the feel of actual light, before lifting Barbossa back up against the side of the boat. “BOURBON! BOURBON!”, he called to his partner, who was either sending wounded men overboard with hopes that some sea-beastie would pick them off or finishing the grounded ones with sword slices through their throat. “AY matey?”, the pirate rushed to the sound of his brother, grunting and scoffing at the feeling of throbbing pain in his chest. Immediately helping the wrangling cowboy up with a rope over the side, Grey dragged up the captain to much confusion of the swashbuckler. Onto the deck covered in blood, bodies, and bullets, the outlaw looked for James, before seeing his horse still standing close to the sail in the center of the ship. Relieved a bit, the bandit checked himself for signs of attack, to begrudgingly see that the captain’s stab was still present on his gut. And in a cursing cry to the heavens, he let out his displeasure in the sight that the wound closed back over with him. Further urged by the fact that his eardrums were healed, though blood still lingered inside, he grunted at their boss’ strange way of helping them. Breathing heavily in nerving pain, he couldn’t sit long, as he heard the pirate mounting the lying Spanish man with intent of beating in his head with a hardened bottle of rich liquor. “AY, STOP!!!”, Grey ordered, before punching his partner with enough force to get his attention. Resulting in Bourbon knocking him in the head with the bottle, instead. “…what with th’ wise act?”, they both scrambled to their feet. “We can’t kill the bally ol’ fool…”, the cowboy informed the angry privateer, as he leaned against the railing for foundation. “Who says, ey?”, Bourbon retorted in a wicked want for killing the man. “…Mr. Jest…”, the name quickly drew a understanding grit from the mouth of the pirate, who was still very angry at their employer taking away the assured pleasure of finally getting rid of the annoyingly pompous man of self-righteous might, “…of bloody course he did”.

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Turning away from the unconscious captain that neither of them care enough about to check for breath, Bourbon lifted his sword and whipped it against his black pants in a clearing of blood and grime. “So, what now, matey?”, the deep mutter of the pirate rushed into his partner’s ears, who checked the surrounding. Seeing the warship was still stuck outside of the cave mouth, he knew they had to move for a safer area. Pulling out the map, his grey eyes basked in the navigating glimpse of Lake Iyones leading into the Singing River to the north. Knowing that the river could take them up into the northernmost mountain range of Awekia, a smile stretched across his face. As birds filled the misty air with caws of fruitfulness, the airy cavern filled the sails, as the knowledgeable pirate placed his hat back on his head. Humming sea shanties and drinking from his jug, Bourbon managed to turn the boat in the opposite direction of the warship, heading in the only other opening, which lead into the singing sea. “Grey, mi need directions, ol’ pal?”, the new captain of the vessel called to his partner, as he watched the waters from up upon the sail. “Right…um, we’re takin’ the Singing River north…ride it until we get to the northernmost end, then trek it to the Dragoon…”, he informed his partner, who happily laughed at the notion of not having to go through the valley of heat and death on the opposing end of Mr. Theronus. As he climbed up the mast of the small merchant vessel, Bourbon looked up to hear his bird circling the craft. Dropping something towards the man, the privateer skillfully caught it and chuckled at it.

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Rigging it up, he debuted the Grim Gold flag, the sail of black and red vertical stripes hung down in all of its cotton glory. Their own Jolly Roger of pride and command, the sail was soon covered by the haloed symbol of the skull that matched both of their golden talismans pieces. A bony face surrounded by the ancient Awenativian tribal markings of the natives’ curse upon them, they triumphantly moved through the waters. With Grey manning the wooden oar rudders, the two gained advancement into the farther reaches of the cavern. Eyeing the small ships that started sailing in the distance, naval vessels sent out to retrieve the absent captain, the outlaws quickly caught the wind and were carried towards the misty mouth of morning light. “Dagnabbit, we may have some bloody company, brother…”, the bandit expressed his irritation, as he stood up and looked ahead at the scene of the open forest. Welcoming the sight of the sunlight, the air filled the deck of the ship with sunny blessings. As the pirate tended to the prow’s flag, they were both halted by the shadowy emergence of the Jest.

Out of a thick cloud of mist, the suited man smile and clapped in congratulations of their current escape. “Bravo, laddies…ye all doing so very well.”, he accompanied their two horses and dog. All back in their mortal appearances, the richly dressed gentleman walked away from the poop deck and towards the prow, “I see ye managed to capture a vessel…”. As Grey turned to Brit with a trained eye still watching both the cave and the downed Spaniard, he addressed the plan. “Si senore…we’re gonna follow the river up into the mountains, and to the loot…”, he informed their employer of how close they were to the treasure. “Splendid, just be sure that Barbossa survives this...”, his passive words caught the attention of the rowdy pirate. “Speaking o’ thee, why aren’t we t’ send th’ bloody fella t’ Davy Jones, for all th’ trouble he be t’ we?”, with a serious glare from both of their confused faces, the brothers wonder why they should spare such a serious threat. Getting little more than a grinning laugh that whimpered from the wealthy lips, “That information is for me to be aware of, and for ye gentleman to read in the papers, somewhere…”. The man straightened his suit, before looking to the men again, “Ow, I figured ye would come into control of a vessel of such size…”, he tapped the railing of the sturdy wood while glancing out at the beautiful rainforest that the ship found itself in, “So, I brought a assisting hand”. With a lifting flip of his top hat, he reached inside with a tribute to his parlor magic days. Leaning against the barriers of the boat, he gripped something and began to pull out a white animal. Small and covered in long white fur, the being was a rather vibrant monkey. Which got an excited smile from the pirate that already who the dark-faced primate, Mr. Jest emptied his hat before placing it on his head and releasing the monkey.

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“Mr. Key? Whar hav’ ye been, fella?”, Bourbon exclaimed as the animal leaped up and over Grey in an extremely agile manner, landing on the sneering head of the swashbuckler. With a long ringed tail, and adorable yellow eyes, the creature crawled and climbed, jumped and hopped about in excitement. “I found him in the Texjara Bay, stealing berries from the yard of some aristocrat.....me thought ye’d need more opposable thumbs”, the Jest chuckled as he looked down at the canine, who started with a face that resembled offence, "...sorry". Breathing in the fresh air that couldn’t be experienced in the industrial metropolitans of the urban cities, the British man basked in the disorder of the sailboat, "...we should tidy up this place, don't ye suppose?". Looking to the two men, Bourbon shrugged at the mess, "I don't know...me like th' look o' it". Drawing a glance from both men, "Ye've slept in a pig bin, before...", Grey placed his cigarillo between his lips. While the two outlaws began to tend to the ship, throwing bodies and unless items overboard for a lighter craft, as well as working the steering, the small cargo ship steadily sailed through the long river of calm water and rushing winds. While they tied the Spaniard up to the mast, doubling the rope into an unbearably tight, they placed him in a upside down position to make it even more uncomfortable.

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Still dead to the world, James’ body was held up under the arm of Captain Barbossa, with a sharpened blade held to his exposed neck. He was unconscious, he was lifeless and most importantly unable to act, therefore he was unaware of the carnage his partners were reeking all around him. If he had seen, it was a sign of two men, two outlaws, raising hell with blood shed all around them, with a burning ship as their playground. But never one to except defeat, Captain Barbossa played his last card, screaming at the Outlaws, “No Name, we have one of your men! If you do not lower your weapons and surrender, IMMEDIATELY!, I will kill him right here and now!” With no options left, the Grimm Gold Brothers took the fight to him and with grit in their eyes, attacked. In a daring action, Grey leapt out of the darkness, spearing the outraged Captain and taking both of them off the boat and down to a watery grave. At the exact moment Barbossa fell, he released his grip on James, and like a sack of wet potatoes, his body fell down hard and fast. But just as he was falling, the loud cry of a drunken friend shouted, “James, ol’ pal…ye need ti get t’ safety, fella!” For some unknown reason the bizarre mixture of gravity and a friends recognizable voice, was enough to wake James in mid fall and remind him of the fight he was in. Still in a slight daze, James first response was to ask, “Bourbon you drunken fool, Is that you?” but upon seeing a confused Conquistador standing bare a$$ with his pants around his ankle, James immediately knew his answer. Now ready to fight, James reached for his revolver as he quickly asked his partner, “So where’s Grey?” but before the Ex-Pirate could answer, he tossed a cast iron grenade into the middle of the remaining Spaniards, causing a chain reaction of smoke and shrapnel, blasting half the Spanish soldiers off their vessel, and leaving the other half as easy pickings.

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With only seconds before the echoing sound of the grenade blast faded away, James took it as an opportunity to strike. Aiming at the nearest soldier, he pulled the trigger, only to hear the unpleasant sound of nothing more than a ‘click’, he realized he had still forgotten to reload his colt. Immediately, he move swiftly replacing his gun for his bowie knife and lunged head first into danger. As Bourbon was doing the same, James proceeded to slice and slash those around him as he swung his blade around. The first was caught unprepared, as James raised his knife to a soldiers exposed face, leaving a wide and bleeding gash across his neck, that would soon kill him in a horrific manner. The next two he crossed paths with, he managed to knock one off the boat with a well placed kick to the sternum, as he shoved every last inch of his blade into the side of the other, right where his armor was strapped together and his flesh was exposed. But the Soldier’s death did not come until James pulled the blade out in an upward motion pulling along the Spaniard insides out, with just the slightest of ease. Now covered in Spanish blood, he continued to dispatch the remaining men with ease, taking only a few blows to the body from the blunt end of the Conquistadors spears, all the while letting out a loud and uproarious, “Yee-Haw!

Suddenly the water next to him bubbled as Grey bobbed his head out of the water, with a seemingly lifeless body in tow. After a quick rustling getting them both back in the boat, it became clear to all that the stranger brought on board, was none other than Captain Barbossa. With a sigh of relief Grey was happy to see James alive, but with his life threatening wound to his gut he was some what preoccupied. With nothing but a blood lust revenge in his eyes, James reached for the nearest piece of raw hide, ready to pay the Captain back for the twenty some lashes he received earlier. Softly whacking it against his fist to get a feel for it, he shouted with glee, “Oh Barbossa, you have no idea how much I am going to enjoy this!” But by now Bourbon was already taking out his frustrations against the Spaniard, as he was seconds away from caving the mans head in with a hardened bottle of rich liquor, recently emptied. But just as his hand came crashing down Grey intervened with a hard punch to his partner’s face, with a quick,“AY, STOP!!!” Taking it the wrong way the two Grimm Gold Brothers traded blows while Grey explained the best he could, that it was Jest who said the Captain's life should be spared. Regretfully Bourbon lowered his hands saying, “…of bloody course he did.” but James was not so forgiving.

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Wanting nothing more than blood for blood, James was ready to unleash hell upon the Captain’s back, with the same vigor and stride he received earlier. By now his adrenalin was pumping so much that his hand gripping the raw hide began twitching, as he could already taste the blood he was about to spill. Unfortunately the others could not allow this, despite the pleasure they would receive from watching the Spaniard get flogged. Unable to explain Mr. Jest reasoning, they continued protecting the Captains worthless hide, to the extent they were ready to fight for him. It was then James spun around presenting his bare back, exposing the many fresh scars from where Barbossa struck him. Both confused and angered, he yells, “You want to defend a man who did this...” as he rips off what was left of his tattered shirt. Realizing he was still getting nowhere, he quickly grabs Barbossa’s arm, and pulls down his sleeve, exposing the gold hand for all to see. Hoping he could bribe either one of them, James looked to them both saying, “I’ll even make you a deal, you can have his hand, I just want his back!” But through it all the Grimm Gold Brothers held their position and after a lengthy discussion, James half heartedly agreed, but not before getting in one well deserved cheap shot, in the form of his right boot to the Captain’s head.

Now claiming the boat for themselves, the three Outlaws were ready to move on. As usual Grey and Bourbon discussed directions, with Grey finally stating, “Right…um, we’re takin’ the Singing River north…ride it until we get to the northernmost end, then trek it to the Dragoon…!”,But James had other issues to deal with. Not being a sea-man, he was pretty much useless to the team and instead of getting in the way, he decided to tend to his wounds. Oblivious to the pirate flag raised up high above him, he made his way to his trusty steed and removed some articles from his saddle bag. The first was some clean rags that he dipped in the fresh water, to help clean his shoulder wound. After seconds of wiping away dried blood he used what was left of the cloths to tie around it tight to keep pressure against it. The next item he withdrew from his saddle bag was some old roots he gathered from previous adventures, known to have healing properties. Breaking the roots in half to get to the medicine inside, he began carefully applying it to his back. With each application the medicine burned and stinged, to the point he was forced to let at a few low toned groans from the pain. Once done, the last item he withdrew from his saddle bag was a clean shirt, that he slowly put on,being very careful as he placed it over his back, to avoid causing more pain. It was then he heard the unmistakable sound of trouble as one of his partners shouted, “Dagnabbit, we may have some bloody company, brother…” Immediately James looked up just in time to see a small ship in the distance that started sailing towards them, sent out to retrieve their absent captain. Reloading both his rifle and side arms, he took a fortified position at the rear of the boat preparing to open fire, and with a quick nod to his partners he stated, “Ready whenever you guys are!

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Suddenly a calm euphoric feeling overwhelmed him as if time itself had stopped, and all worries were washed away. Out of a thick cloud of mist the dapper Mr. Jest stepped forward, greeting his men with a, “Bravo, laddies…ye all doing so very well.” As natural, the Grimm Gold Brothers welcomed the strangers intrusion in their own way, catching up with him on the progression of their treasure hunt and the state of their well being. James of course was oblivious to it all, smiling back with a fools grin, as his body simply went through the motions. That was until the fate of Captain Barbossa was brought up. Instinctively James wanted nothing more than to see the Spaniard hung from the highest rail, that is why a momentary look of anger crossed his face when Mr. Jest commented, “Splendid, just be sure that Barbossa survives this...”, But when spoken in his passive way, James immediately settled down as the foolish grin reappeared on his face. However, Bourbon was not so forgiving and spoke back at the dapper individual questioning his plan with, “Speaking o’ thee, why aren’t we t’ send th’ bloody fella t’ Davy Jones, for all th’ trouble he be t’ we?”, with a serious glare from both his and his partners eyes. But as always the Grimm Gold Brothers complied with their bosses orders, no matter how much it sickened them in the process, and with that in mind, Mr. Jest ended the conversation with another cryptic answer, in the form, “That information is for me to be aware of, and for ye gentleman to read in the papers, somewhere…” But not one to be unkind to his employees, he decided to give his men a gift. With a lighthearted, “Ow, I figured ye would come into control of a vessel of such size. So, I brought anassistinghand.” He then flipped off his top hat, reached inside with a tribute to his parlor magic days and began to pull out a rather small vibrant monkey, well known to the Outlaws as Mr. Key. Immediately the three bonded as the furry creature leaped up and over Grey in an extremely agile manner, landing on the sneering head of the swashbuckler.

As for James he stood there, only swaying back and forth almost to the point of teetering over, except for a pleasant “Awe” at the sight of the cuddly Mr. Key. But for the most part he was unresponsive. Even as the other three discussed the state of the vessel and were throwing bodies and useless items overboard to make the craft lighter, James remained clueless. He was still quite capable of following orders, but there was no driving force behind his eyes. For as long as Mr. Jest was around James was nothing more than a puppet. Yet he still managed to take great pleasure in the fact, Barbossa was tied up to the mast, in a upside down position just to make it even more uncomfortable for him. Soon the small cargo ship was on its way, steadily sailing through the long river of calm water and rushing winds. Then from nowhere, James fell to the floor hard, shaking violently as his body was covered in sweat. Even his hands were trembling as his eyes rolled back in his head. It was then as he rolled onto his belly, and his back was visible, the back of his shirt was covered in red blood, as his wounds were bleeding out again. But to make it worse, the faint oder of infection wafted through the air, as James suffered in agony. Finally he found the strength to speak up and in a dying wail he spoke. “Ggggreeey, Bourboooon, I donnnn’t feel to goooood!” It was obvious to all that he was dying, right before their very eyes, and only his gumption was keeping him alive. In a last chance to save his life, he waved for Grey to come nearer as he whispered, “Ggggrey, In myyy saddle bagggg, is theeeee golddeeen crown.....,” Remembering only it’s healing powers, he prayed deeply that it could heal him once again, and continued, “....Ittt savvved meee once befooor, mayyyybeee it couldddd do itttt agaiiin!” Although his plan was sound, his mind was not fully aware of all the crown could do. For locked away deep in his subconscious for his own good, Mr Jest hid the fact it revealed the Grimm Gold Brothers in their skeleton form. So for now it was up to Grey, whether he fetched the crown or not, knowing that James could either die from the infection or die at getting a glimpse of seeing the other side. Either way Grey needed to do something fast as all eyes were now watching him, waiting for his next move!

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Sailing through the wide river of streaming water of clear blues and waving flows, the small ship rocked and swayed with gentle reaction to the liquid surface. As the call of bird whistled through the high tunneling walls of trees, the broad sail pushed them down the curving river, as Ct. Bourbon turned the ship along the course of the set direction that they were on. While the suited nobleman stood at the front of the sturdy boat, leaning against the wooden railing of finely detailed trimmings and engravings, the cold-eyed survivalist poured buckets of soupy water along the deck, mopping away blood. Joined by the assisting hand of the monkey, the cowboy cleaned the surface of the ship. Stripping bodies of anything of value, and throwing them overboard to be dinner for piranhas and floor crabs, Grey watched as the sun lurked behind a sheet of fog and mist, lightly engulfed in a silhouette of moisture.

“Ya’know, ya could help, boss…”, the brown haired roughrider stretched his sore back, after fully flexing his muscles. Looking to the blackly dressed figure of class and gentlemanliness, Grey stood on the staircase, gifted with a grinning stare from the upperclassman. Shining his freshly cleaned teeth, he held a trinket of toffee candy. Walking away from his spot of seclusion, Mr. Jest wandered to the center of the haul, “…why should I?”. Not being all too willing to join the men in the use of good ol’ elbow grease, the wealthy figure stood before the two men, as one sailed the craft and the other watched the approaching ship.

“Well, if ya want to live for tomorrow, ye may want to help us, fella…cause, they labs are getting closer”, the cowboy announced with a pointing finger to the small vessel that tailed them. Ducking after the sound of a hurling cannonball screeched over his head, Grey hurried to a cover. As the suited lad took the wheel, once the captaining pirate gritted his teeth and yelled to his partner. “Where are we t’ go?”, wanting to know the direction of their escape, Bourbon grabbed a sturdy foundation as the British sir sharply curled around minor cannonfire. Asking the survivalist to check the map for a plan, they immediately noticed Jack’s drop to the floor in distress. As the sea-loving pirate scoffed out ‘landlover’, at the fainted fella, assuming he had fell to sea sickness, the swashbuckler took to the lines of rope. As Grey quickly moved down the staircase, he grabbed his trusty Kingsmen Warhammer longrifle. Holding it by its neck, he urgently tossed it up to his brother, who held the high sight of the riggings on the mast. Hearing the calls of the fainted lad, the cowboy grabbed his own five-shot, bolt-action, Mosin-Nagant rifle. “Jest! Could ya see to the lad, ya?”, he looked to the suited man, as he rushed back up the steps to the but of the ship, unloading into the direction of the opposing Spaniards.

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1875 Kingmen 'Warhammer' Longrifle

“Aren’t I supposed to be steering, my good man?...”, the Jest called out, as bullets blasted over the crisp airwaves, before hearing the rest of the lad’s comments. Pleading for the crown, the Brit looked around for the headpiece, seeing it nowhere around the deck. But, as the vessel bumped and slid along the river, the Jest whistled for the monkey. “Mr. Key...be a noble little laddy and locate that pesky crown for me, please”, he gripped the wheel, as the small lemur hopped along the railing and onto the horse, to dig into the satchel of the American’s horse. Leaping and dodging the sound of flying chunks of round cast iron, the primate ran in a quadrupedal stride before jumping onto the shoulder of the steering Jest. Wide-eyed in the search of a safe navigation attempt, the gentleman turned on course of a forking path. “…there’s an alternative path coming up before us, laddies…but, its rocky!”, the Brit smiled and stared ahead at the splashing route of a thin way of jagged rocks and dipping shuffles and falls, the Jest believed they could get through it. However, the vessel’s captain was not so sure. “Ye good f’ nothin’, goddamnin’, muttpig-haired, lolliwag…”, he dropped down from his spot on the riggings. Grabbing at the wheel, as the older gentlemen was more concern with the fainted comrade, Bourbon returned to the wheel as Jest placed the crown on the head of James, knowing somewhat what the golden trinkets could do.

With a smiling chuckle on his groomed face, the Englishman laughed at the sudden rocking and shaking that the ship endured, causing the pirate to trip and stumble into the railing, the longhaired bucketeer quickly got to his feet at the furious thought of the Spanish that was tailing them with so much viciousness. “these flabnabbin’ high-hog yellowbellies”, he yelled with a deep voice of might, swallowing a mouthful of liquor, charging up onto the poop deck, the drunken ruffians voice nearly overtook the recoiling blast of the cowboys bolt-action rifle, sending echoes of terror through the trees. As birds flocked to the exit of the high air, Bourbon screamed, “Whar’s mi cannon ammo!?!”. Looking back to see Grey also staring at the Jest, the gentleman grinned and snickered maniacally. “Ow, me god fellow, we have much superior methods of retaliation on our side”, he skipped into the darkness of the lower bowls of the ship. And in his return, he dragged up a long rectangular crate. “…a true creation of the Americans…a 60lbs, rapid-fire, hand cranked machine…with the composite of 400 rounds per minute on 38 caliber steel”, stating that numerous sailing that he heard from the one who sold it to him, the suited man opened the crate to reveal a beautiful silver Gatling Gun to the two men. With a whistling breath of glee, the bandits lifted the hefty object to the back deck, placed onto a deck of a cannon port. While the Jest tended to the fainted and steered the ship, Grey grabbed the Warhammer bolt-action rifle before climbing up the riggings. “Mr. Keys! Take the helms, mi boy...we’re goin’ headhuntin’…..”, he order the small little monkey to the trigger of the powerful rifle. Furthermore standing on the wooden barrier, holding his sword up to the attention of the wall of fire and smoke that flew their way, he smiled spewing drink and laughed hearty breath at them. “Ye think ye've won, ey? ye spineless waggers finally built up th' corage to wander off the board….well, ye now be on the edge of the world, mi boys!!! There be sea monsters and the fears o’ tall tales into th' heart 'o th' beast's home, 'n fight wit' his lovely booty...well, bask in th' fury 'o th' Devil's Breath!!!”, he roared as the monkey gripped the trigger with a primal understanding of the machine, unleashing a hell of storming lead upon the following ship.

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Cracking wood with vicious shots of repeated fire and hailing smoke, the gun released a stream of lightning fast rays of heated metal hurling into the Spanish. While the pirate lit and threw grenades in the chunk-loads, the sound of war filled the river, as animals in all directions fled for the safety of silence. The water pushed and knocked the ships, the air whipped and punched at the wood, as rocks rose up and down, the outlawed swashbuckler huffed a crazed laugh of sadistic joy, sending bombs of black powder and gunpowder. As the Jest gleefully left the wheel to the fate of nature, as the vessel bobbed down a fury of short falls, sending loose debris flying everywhere, water and mist splashed around them, along with bullet shells and smoke, smelling like a horrid mix of sweet air and clogging musk, the water raddled with each explosion, as the naval men fired back in retaliation. They could hear the cackling laughter of the outlawed crewmen, bellowing like jackal on the brink of destruction. Howling and calling to the sun, shielding itself in fog, Grey listened to the piercing howls of his dog before joining in the call, simultaneously firing countless shots of sniping power into the direction of the men.

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While all Hell was going on around him, James fell to the floor in a state of shock from the multiple infected wounds on his back. The back of his once clean shirt was now a permanent stain of blood an pus as even now it was still absorbing the fluids pouring from his back! Within seconds, the floor below him was becoming a pool of his blood, but as the decked was still layered in the blood of the recently deceased Spaniards, it was hard to tell. Despite it all, James tossed and turned on the floor as his eyes rolled back in his head. With his last bit of strength before giving in to the pain he reached out for help and muttered the words, “Ggggrey, In myyy saddle bagggg, is theeeee golddeeen crown. Ittt savvved meee once befooor, mayyyybeee it couldddd do itttt agaiiin!” But being in such tormented agony, his mind finally slipped away into a waking state of a coma, as his face turned pale and void of consciousness. Within a matter of seconds, his delusional mind shifted away from the dire reality he was in, and moved on to a dream like scenario created from his subconsciousness, and a bit of unearthly forces. He was now standing up strong, dressed in fresh clean clothes with a calm and protected feeling. In his delusional world he was now the Captain of the vessel, drinking all the fresh rum, as Grey and Bourbon were working for him. Both the sea and brisk breeze in the air, gave off a calming aura that only personified the soft rocking of the vessel as they sailed forward to an even more relaxed state of being. Except for Barbossa tied to the mast, who appeared to be dressed in a clowns attire, there were no other Spaniards to be seen in any directions.

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It was then a soft fragrance wafted through the air as a familiar face shone down from up ahead. There, hovering above the sea just out of reach from the bow, was the Ghost Princess illuminated in her shimmering glow of white. Her mere presence gave off a euphoric feeling, almost as powerful as Mr. Jest. But in her favor she did have the extra benefit of being drop dead gorgeous. Dressed head to toe in a flowing gown complete with a golden crown and dazzling jewelery, she greeted James with her usual, “Hello again Young Traveler.” Her every word was dripped with love and compassion as she expressed her joy over seeing James still alive. “You have come a long wayYoung Traveler, but you still have far togo.Always remember, no one man could wield all three of the golden gifts and that even the richest of men, can still be poor.” With that said, she took a second to look around, just to see James’ dream scenario, taking it all in as an homage to her. It was then, she catches a glimpse of Mr. Jest, dressed head to toe in his quite expensive and dapper white attire. Immediately her face took on an expression of both awe and confusion as she locked eyes with the only man that could understand how and why she was appearing as she was. But before she could get a word out, either helpful or concerned, the mood of the dream took a dark turn. The calm waters were now rocky, tossing the ship around like a rag doll as the clear path ahead was now a life threatening water fall, leading down to a deadly rocky fall below them. But what was more important was that the Ghost Princes face took on a face of pure unadulterated fear. From behind her, two dark demonic hands reached out from nowhere and grabbed her violently. Then in a heartbreaking moment forcefully ripped her from the dream, and pulled her back to the void. In one last fleeting attempt to help the Outlaws, the Ghost Princess frantically waved her hands in a “Follow me this way!” and once done, she was gone.

With all hope seemingly gone, James was awakened from his living nightmare by the familiar British voice of none other than Mr Jest. “Relax Good Fellow, I’m only here to help. Do you trust me?” As usual he spoke with his calm and soothing tone, that kept James in a relaxed state of being. Immediately James mind locked on the Englishman’s every word, causing him to forget all aspects of his dream, and left him a docile patient in the man’s hands. Unfortunately the mysterious gentleman’s words were not enough to heal the Outlaws wounds, therefore he was willing to use other mysterious means, such as the mystic Golden Crown retrieved earlier. With the artifact in hand, Jest slowly lowered it down, to the point it was about to touch flesh, then abruptly pulled back. For he knew all to well that the crown would show a glimpse of the other side, and in James physical and mental condition, he was not ready to see it yet. But with his life on the line, Jest knew fully well, that he had to go through with it. With one of his reassuring tones, he spoke softly to James whispering, “I know you can hear me, so you need to trust me. For this crown to work, you must remain calm.” He then tilted James’ head so that it was facing outwards to the sea, and not to him or the Grimm Gold Brothers, and proceeded to place the crown on his head. “You may feel a bit under the weather, so just concentrate on the water, Nothing else!

At the exact moment the crown settled on James’ head, his body shook around violently. His stomach ached in an unnatural way as his hands turned cold and clammy. Immediately a deep chill flew through his bones as his thoughts reeled back and forth, almost as if someone was walking over his grave. His mind was now open to the other side, as his vision shifted to only black and white. He felt disoriented, as his world was now a bleak representation of before, much like living in a nightmare, but not afraid. It was simply a dark feeling that could not be described in a man’s world, for this was a realm unknown to them. Despite the need to vent his anguish, James remembered the words of Jest and continued to look outwards to the sea, and not to his fellow Outlaws. Soon the semi still waters appeared to him as a metaphor of emptiness, as it seemed to travel on beyond his grasp. It was neither scary or intimidating, just a place that went on, where one could lose their thoughts to an overwhelming void. But like before, the crown slowly began to heal his mortal wounds. First off, the infection was wiped away removing all signs of pus and other sorts of bacteria. The wounds themselves slowly went away, as fresh layers of new flesh grew over them, sealing up the skin in a matter of minutes. But the best part was, as his body was miraculously being healed, his own spirit and gumption was returning a hundred fold.

Feeling completely refreshed physically, he immediately removed the crown just in time to hear the words, “Ow, me good fellow, we have much superior methods of retaliation on our side” stated by the still mysterious Mr. Jest, just before he skipped off into the darkness of the lower bowels of the ship and returned dragging up a long rectangular crate. Then, as he opened it up wide to reveal a massive weapon of destruction inside, he took great pleasure in describing it in detail with his oh so elegant words, “…a true creation of the Americans…a 60lbs, rapid-fire, hand cranked machine…with the composite of 400 rounds per minute on 38 caliber steel!” Immediately the two Grimm Gold Brothers unloaded it, along with enough ammo to take down an army. But while they were engaged in an over the top shoot out, Mr Jest noticed that his patient was now up and standing. “Good to see you up and around” he stated as he gave his patient the once over. In response James looked back and declared. “I’m right as rain, and ready to fight. So what have I missedwhile I was out?” With a humorous smile upon his face, Mr Jest was just about to answer the question, but his voice was drowned out by the drunken outburst of Bourbon shouting at the pursuing Spaniards, “Ye think ye've won, ey? ye spineless waggers finally built up th' corage to wander off the board….well, ye now be on the edge of the world, mi boys!!! There be sea monsters and the fears o’ tall tales into th' heart 'o th' beast's home, 'n fight wit' his lovely booty...well, bask in th' fury 'o th' Devil's Breath!!!

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Suddenly all sounds were drowned out from the massive sound of the Gatling Gun, as it open fired upon the unsuspecting Spaniards. Immediately James reached to his hip for his revolver, and in lightening speed pulled it out and aimed it off the stern, ready to aid his fellow Outlaws in a fight. But before he fired a single shot, his face took on a expression of insecurity, For in his hand he held a tiny single action Colt, although sturdy and reliable, its size was dwarfed in comparison to the weapons fired by his partners. Even Grey’s Kingsmen Warhammer longrifle out classed his Winchester by a few good feet. It was obvious to all that James was feeling a mild case of penis envy. It was then Mr. Jest spoke up again, this time directly to James and in a calm and soothing voice said, “Do not worry my lad, I did not forget about you.” With a simple glance over his shoulder, Mr. Jest nodded to another crate resting behind him, “I have noticed you are running low on ammunition, so I hope this will help.” Immediately James raced to the crate, and after ripping its top off with his hands, found enough ammo, for all his firearms, to supply him for another two or three wars. Knowing he was still useless in this long range fight, he deemed it better to load up for the next, and proceeded to load each of his weapons, belt and even saddle bag, to the point he was now weighted down to capacity.

But just as things were going good for the Outlaws, the ever annoying sound of Captain Barbossa’s voice spoke up again. Still tied to the mast, he refused to take a weekend position and constantly continued to mock the crew. In a voice filled with contempt he uttered the words, “You, ‘Come mierda! Give up now, You have an entire fleet closing in on you fast.” He continued to struggle against the ropes, “If you do not surrender now you‘Gilipollas’ I guarantee my men willpeel the flesh from your bones and crush your skulls under theirveryboots!” Feeling nothing but contempt for the Spaniard, James raced towards him and in one full swoop, slammed his fist as hard as he could into the middle of his chest. As a result a low rumble echoed from Barbossa stomach and soon he vomited his daily meal down upon his face. With such a hilarious sight, James broke into laughter at the embarrassing image of his enemy, whereas Barbossa felt nothing but pure intense rage. It was then while James was the only one facing forward, as the rest were looking back, he noticed that the water ahead was no longer a safe passage. From out of nowhere a huge water fall appeared just over the horizon, impossible to avoid and impossible to survive. The Outlaws were now caught between a rock and a hard place with a Spanish armada behind them and a deadly plummet ahead, and all James could say was, “Oh bloody Hell!” But just seconds before he was about to alert his partners in crime to the danger ahead, a faded thought flew through his head. Once again he was reminded of the Ghost Princess and portions of his dream. He remembered the joy of drinking fresh rum and the thrill of being captain. But more importantly, he remembered the last few images of his dream.

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The sight of the dream Princess being forcibly ripped away, raised his chivalrous nature to no end, but it was the waterfall and her waving him to follow, was what he remembered the most. It was if she already knew of this unforeseen danger ahead and was trying to warn him. It was indeed a huge leap of faith, risking going over the cliff, but something inside him urged him to go forward, and being a betting man he decided to gamble with his life. In a huge display of adrenaline, he took control of the helm and steered straight ahead. Knowing full well his outrageous actions would grab the attention of his fellow mates, he shouted back to them all, “Guys, believe it or not but I got a plan! So I need you to trust me!” After which he muttered under his breath, “and I hope I can trust you too ghost princess..” Like in his dream, he took the role as Captain and shouted an order to his fellow men, “I need you men to do what ever you can to make this ship go faster because we’re going to need as much speed as we can get!” With a deep breath, he headed straight as an arrow to his inevitable end, with the Spanish Armada close behind. Inevitably the Outlaw's vessel reached the edge, and against all fears, did not plummet over to their death. Instead a brief wave of confusion swept over those not knowing of temporal shifting, and as such James was accessible. For a second or two James was nothing more than a frozen statue, unaware he had moved in a way he could never understand. Seconds later he opened his eyes to see he was nowhere near the water fall and that the Spanish Armada was nowhere in sight. Instead he and his fellow Outlaws were still alive, with their vessel docked on an unknown Island shore. But as unpleasant as their journey was so far, the sight ahead made up for it all. For their on the Island was a bountiful bevy of beautiful tropical women dancing enticingly along the shore. But more importantly, all of the women were wearing the same ‘Sun’ image as found in the cave earlier, on hand made necklaces around their necks. But before any man, animal, or mysterious individual could make a sound, James so elegantly summed things up by saying, “Now this, is what I call finding a treasure!

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Seeing the tipping ship shift over the fall, both men prepared for impacts with widen expressions of adrenaline. As the Victorian dressed man stood in the hold of his morbidly dark suit of class, he watched gentle surprise as their vessel ended up in a port of calm water. Crossing the midst of splashing water and Awekia’s natural moisture, they enter the fog and exited into the docks of a civilized people. As music pulsed and called at them, they noticed the tall temple that alerted the two Awekian outlaws of the outback native Awenativians. A stone step pyramid that was still clearly see-able, even while it lied far from their location. It climbed over the treeline and into the grace of the moon’s glow, as it was apparent that the fog brought them into the setting beauty of evening.

As the ship sat docked in the bay of the shore, the two outlaws quickly followed their boss’ lead and anchored the vessel before setting upon land. As they witnessed the odd act that had brought them there, even the Jest was a bit unsure what was going on. Planting them in the middle of what appeared to be a festival, numerous natives sung and danced around the nearest courtyard. With the setting sun basking upon their lovely tanned skin, the women moved the ritualistic music that pulsed with the sounds of the forest. As whistling flutes and beating hand drums harmonized, the stings of their native Ludisen instrument picked behind the angelic voice of a female singer, whistling high into an octave that was saved for their gods. While dancers, dressed in the skirts and tops of nature, smiled through the movement of rhyme, the two Brothers noticed the nightly glow in the air. Still seeing the mountains in the fog of the distance, swaying along the purple horizon, the stars lit with utter beauty, over the small city that lied on the river’s edge.

A few men stepped towards them, native to the Awenativian tribe, they welcomed the suited Jest, who used the knowledge of Grey to introduce them to the men. Smiling at the reddish brown men, clothed in colourful fabrics of hemp and light bamboo-woven, the men wore traditional long sleeved shirt-coats, draping into a cloth belt and into a slight skirt, hanging over them hemp pants. Tucked into thick boots, protecting their feet from the forest floor that they traveled upon, the men bowed to the crew before informing them that they were of the Chewdakka nation. To which, Grey told his employer, who smiled at the lovely tribe’s land. Knowing that the nation was still fairly close to the grounds of the Hwajenii, granted a rather long distance, the cowboy and Brit figured they were still on a fair course, as the smoky-eyed bandit stated into his map.

As Bourbon brought their horses down from the ship, and to a spot near the boardway shore, while some of the natives helped hitch and care to, the Awenativian men informed the crew of the function. “Wi opi en teh weddlhi qth teh zaspead tfeaz’tevhal qth teh ptfepea jah…”, a man spoke of their festival of the fire god, before pointing up at the constellation of Taurus, before welcoming the outlaws to join. Seeing dancer twirling and blowing fire in praise of the fire god, they danced around a limestone-marble carved statue of the god, who appeared to be a muscular man with the head of a water buffalo. “…would ye please ask if I could possibly speak to their Sheij?”, the gentleman asked about the ruler of their nation. “Bey oney skh’ansea, solis’lh wi zriakk tq eyolis Sheij?”, the cowboy asked, before the Awenativian man smiled and nodded. “Yes, he is in the main garden, with the Hwajenii Sheij…”, he spoke in a deep tone that was assisted by the soft rolling tongue, before leading the suited Brit up the stone steps and to the garden that held the celebration. As the cowboy followed close by, still watching the river and skies, the pirate, in agreement with James, had already located the sweet native liquor of berries and nuts.

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As Mr. Jest left to talk to the leader of the nation, sitting next to his wife and across from a fellow nation commander, in the Hwajenii Sheif. They three were all covered in a silk robe, which resembled a deel of Mongolian clothing, but held more of an earthy colour. With a crown of gold-cladded silver, in similar appearance to a royal kabuto, the conical-shaped head piece was decorated with trinkets of his might and authority as a commander and chief. As his wife sat with a smile of grace, she bared the braided hair-buns upon the sides of her head. And, listening to the Englishman speak about his men's past encounter with a conflict between one of the smaller Hwajenii tribes and the Caníbalese, the two outlaws watched from a distance. Seeing the Sheij laughing at the military woes of a fellow nation's settlement against a minor tribe, the two chiefs were actually in the discussion of a peaceful alliance. While the visiting ruler sat surrounded by a few of his guards, clad in fine armours of lamellar plates of metal, these men were far higher in class and skill, compared to the soldiers that the brother's encountered earlier in their journey.

“Wha’ fill ye head, brother?”, the swashbuckler asked with a smell of the lovely drink, before drinking it. The two men stood in the midst of illuminating lanterns and campfires, as the people around them moved. Celebrating their gods and the visiting nation of larger status, the small river tribe basked in the many gifts of peace that the second nation offered upon them; gold and silks, rich foods and fabrics carried upon their horses. Religious monks hopped and spun around with crowns of broad and colourful feathers, while blowing out the smoke from thin pipes of peace, offering everyone foods, drinks, and a piping taste of mental relief. Grey continued staring at the star above them, in the subdued manner that he normally stayed in, even as Bourbon shifted with glee to the beat of a desirable woman, dancing beside him. As the sky twinkled with the lights of clustering stars from the heavenly cosmos above, the survivalist bit his cigarillo before smiling at the young ones that ran about with laughter and cheer. Think to how peaceful the environment was, he thought to the Spanish that were previously tailing them. “…we have to leave soon, Brother…..who knows how far behind those Spaniards are…or l’chasseurs…”, he gazed upon the trees with the dreaded thought of how trouble always followed the Grim Gold Brothers. While he bit his cig in stressed nerves, his partner filled his mouth with flavoured wine, strong in spice and berries, whipping his own mind of the stressful thought that constantly surrounded them, before singing along to the poetic lyrics of a language he had little understanding of.

As their clay pueblos stood within silhouettes in the background of the trees, the natives occupied a garden of flowers and trees, surrounding a temple of red clay stone. A rather small tribe, compared to the far larger nations of the island, Grey figured they’d be safe for a bit, in the small oasis of festive bliss. As the music swayed through the Awekian breeze with airy picked strings and thickly padded pops of the drums, a native worker walked up to the cowboy, since he was the only one not busy. “Zep, dej eyolis k’kna’wb qth won ptedi davn teq eyolis wozept?”, she inquired about his awareness of the Spaniard tied to the ship. With a shifting eye, Grey gestured for his brother to follow him, as he quickly returned to the ship. Knowing that Jest would find them whenever he was done with his business, and assuming James was enjoying the worldly pleasures of the natives, the two returned to their tasks. Seeing a few men dumping buckets of water on the man who was lying with his innards on his face, the brother walked past the man who was still uncomfortably trapped. Shouting racial slurs to the indigenous people of Awekia, who were now throwing water on the gentleman out of dislike for his mouth, Grey passively allowed them to continue, leaving the captain to cough up water that flooded his nose.

“What be it, 'tis the hour, brother....why aren't we t’ heartly enjoy th' festivities?”, the pirate stood on the ramped entrance to the ship, he stared upon his thoughtful partner who stepped towards the cabin of the ship. As their animals were being fed fruits and seeds, the pirate was smiling with the joy of the mood. Holding a bowl of the native’s fruit-and-greenery-heavy stew, he pursued behind his brother into the captain's quarters, closing the door behind them.

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Lighting the small candles that stood upon the planning table and cabinets of rich woods, Grey looked back to see the brunette companion in crime, baring a wide smile abroad his confused for. “What’s th’ matter, Grey?”, he questioned with the placing of his meal on the table. “We need to keep movin’, brother..…somethin’ unusual is goin’ on here…..I don’t like it”, the cowboy spoke his concerns for the situation, as the hearty pirate contested with a swallowing of the sweet liquor. Shaking his head to Bourbons want to stay, drinking away the shakes in his fingers from the previous fight, the swashbuckler was tired of constant battles and needed a break. “…Bourbon, we have a Spanish captain tied down to our ship, a bounty on our heads, a map to a treasure that’s been lost since the Dark Ages in our pocket…and in good tarnation, we’re travelling with the Jest-”, he pointed to the door, knowing that Mr. Jest was always surrounded by mystic trouble.

While Bourbon bowed his face into his leaning figure, taking a thought to their position at hand, “…what are th’ odd, Grey? What odds do we have of-”. Speaking in a somber tone of understanding, the privateer was interrupted by the continuation of his friend. “…very high…ya know this, brother…..how many of these have we done? Ya’know trouble always follows us…”, he placed the map of the table. Gazing into the spot that they were at, on the large island in the South Pacific, he heard the celebrations outside as they navigated across the Awekian map. Strolling to the window, Bourbon looked out of the window and onto the religious party. “…and, I don’t want t’ be here, when that trouble finally arrives…”, Grey looked to the partner, who was also sharing the same constantly weary pain of seeing people met with their unfortunate presence. Flooded by the past cries and splatter that was awakened by the man that saved them from their cursed wandering, Bourbon drowned himself in a drink, washing away the thought, best he could. As the harmonic whistles of singing women filled his hears, he rubbed his brown eyes and signed. Turning to his brother, who took a deep drag of his cigarillo, enough of one for the regrets of both of them, the two returned to the table and looked over the map for the next step in their assigned job.

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From the moment James stepped off the boat he felt welcomed. The Awenativian women danced around him in a provocative manner, as they adorned him and the other Outlaws with flowers and the occasional kiss upon the cheek. The tribal men hooped and hollered as they rallied their spears together, as they excepted the gunslingers into their tribe as fellow warriors. As for the kids, they swarmed around James desperate to catch a glimpse of a revolver, as even one or two tried to reach out and grab it, but James would playfully swat their hands away. But amid all the beauty and riches around them, James could not help but notice Grey looking outwards across the distance to the mountain top, lit up by the nightly glow in the air, and from the stern look upon his face, James could tell it had great importance. Moving in close enough so that only Grey could hear him, James whispered into his ear, “Grey,pal. I don’t know if you see a marker fromthe map, but now is not the time. So for the next few hours forget the treasure seeking and just look at all the women.” With the same jovial attitude, James patted Bourbon on the back and in a light hearted tone jested, “and as for us my inebriated partner, let us partake in all the...(he looks across the sea of young nubile women)...wonders before us!

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Then from behind two of the more burley men, an elderly man, the tribal leader or Sheij, dressed in only the finest of cloths from their region,stepped forward to personally greet the Outlaws. In a bad American accent he spoke, “We have long awaited for yourarrival my friends. For the legends have stated you would come!” At the mere mutter of his first word the rest of the tribe dropped to one knee in a praying manner, waiting for their leader to finish. “And in honor of this divine intervention we must have a festival.” He then pauses for a second just long enough to raise his ceremonial staff and continues, “We will have a festival for you, in honor of our (he rattles his staff), Taurus our one true God!” Immediately the Natives jumped up and cheered out loud at the mention of the word Taurus, and once again began to dance around the Outlaws. This time the men were setting a huge bonfire around a giant wood carving of a statue of their god, who appeared to be a muscular man with the head of a water buffalo. Meanwhile, the women were applying face paint to the Outlaws, that they made from crushed fruits and berries gathered from all around, to add to the splendor and importance of the nights festivities. James was adorned with a bright red stripe on both cheeks and the adornment of horns on his head. Next, his shirt was unbuttoned and open wide so that the ladies could draw the eternal symbol of the sun on his chest , that was later inked with the Taurus constellation under it. Had it not been for the fact that the women were young, flirtatious and attractive, the whole situation would have been awkward.

But once again, James noticed that Grey was not enjoying the nights festivities as much as he and Bourbon were. For instead of resting with a young woman in his lap, while the rest dance around in unison, Grey asked one of the braves, “…would ye please ask if I could possibly speak to theirSheij?” In less than a second, Grey was off with Mr. Jest, the Sheij and a few of his trusted braves, down the path to the main garden, leaving the group, for who knows what. Because of this, James was forced to ask Bourbon ,”Does he ever unwind, or is he always like that?” For the next couple of minutes he and Bourbon sat back, partaking in all the splendors provided. As many of the women danced around, two sat by the remaining Outlaws hand feeding them, while holding make shift bowls filled to the brim with a strong alcoholic content. Should the bowl go empty, with a clap of their hands it was immediately refilled. James was lucky enough to have an attractive woman resting at his side, but the lady next to Bourbon was more interesting. As she sat next to the Ex-pirate, feeding him with pride, she move with an air of superiority while still being tame and docile in the Outlaws presence, only making eye contact when he would allow.

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Suddenly Grey comes rushing in from the garden barking at his partner, “…we have to leave soon, Brother…..who knows how far behind those Spaniards are…orl’chasseurs…” as he gazed upon the trees with the dreaded thought of how trouble always followed the Grim Gold Brothers! Without a second thought the Ex-pirate was up, brushing off the lady next to him and together they were off to the boat, to discuss what they deemed, more important matters. In a conflict of interest, James wrestled with the thought of either joining his partners in crime, or tending to his own personal gratification. But before he could make a decision, the tribes Sheij clapped his hands together, then pointed to the young lady that was previously resting by Bourbon’s side. Immediately, the crowd went silent except for one male native banging on a drum, as the lady stood alone to dance for them all. Her every movement was a testimony of her womanly wiles, as she moved around the statue in a provocative manner. Her head, her body, even her arms and legs moved simultaneous in a ritualistic dance meant only to arouse a man. As the beat of the drum stop, the maiden tossed a powder into the open flames producing a minor explosion, where at the end she was found resting on all fours at Jame’s feet. It was then the crowd went crazy with their cheers as they celebrated the dance, but as their Sheij spoke up again, they all went silent. “I see you approve my daughters dance, that is good for it will make the wedding so much easier.

Immediately James gasped spilling his bowl, and as it was being refilled, he awkwardly spoke back to the Sheij. “Wedding, what wedding? I didn’t sign on for no wedding!” It was then the Sheij told the story of how a group of strangers, much like himself, would appear on their island and that one of them would marry his one and only daughter. By now all eyes were upon him as the Sheij’s daughter looked up with two soulful brown eyes, as the men began approaching with their spears. It was clear to all that to refuse this gift would mean certain death. Not knowing what to say, he instinctively speaks up and manages to fumble out the words, “Oh, marry you.” stalling for time he scratches the back of his head as he desperately tries to find a way out, then comes up with a plan. Pointing back to the boat, he remarks, “Well it’s our friend Bourbon, you know the guy that was sitting next to her, he would just LOVE to marry your daughter” knowing full well he was throwing his friend to the wolves. Still trying to avoid the tips of the spears around him, he continues bluffing, “In fact I’ll go get him right now!” Immediately he ran off like a shot in the dark, racing back to the boat shouting, “Guys we have a problem.” Finally, as he burst through the cabin doors, he took only a second to catch his breath then points out to the shore yelling, “I don’t know if you are aware of it but that crazy Sheij wants one of us to (he gasps)...marry his daughter!” But no matter who or what happens in the cabin next, it would soon be cut short after what was going on just outside along the shore.

Just a few minutes ago..

Still tied upside down to the mast, Captain Barbossa had nothing but time to think and plan. Although now he was nothing more than a thing to be ridiculed, he still managed to keep a level of dignity despite his flushed and vomit covered face. In fact every time one of the Outlaws passed by, he made it a point to insult them, no matter what the result might be. But now that the vessel was docked on dry land the opportunity arose to escape. At the present time a handful of Awenativian children were taunting him, by pulling his long Spanish hair or slapping his already messed up face. But one chubby child in particular, went far and above the others as he would ritualistically twist the man’s nose, holding it to the point it was difficult to breath. For what seemed an eternity the chubby kid would continue until word spread that a festival was being thrown in honor of the newcomers and that, expectation alone was the only thing that would entice him to leave. As the last person was exiting the boat, the Captain let out a low level diabolical laugh as he began putting his plan to escape in action. With both hands tied behind his back, he began using his right hand to remove his Golden left hand from his arm by turning it in a counter clockwise position. With each turn the arm loosen a little more until finally the Golden arm was now firmly in the grip of his right. For at the very end of the artificial appendage was a two inch blade positioned there for just such an occasion. Immediately he began cutting himself free, slicing through the ropes with vigor as he relished the thought of getting revenge. About half way through, he heard the unmistakable sound of Grey and Bourbons boots stomping along the deck followed by those of James a minute or two later shouting, “Guys we have a problem.

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After what seemed an eternity, he cut through the final rope and fell to the ground, letting out a low grunt as he began stretching in order to get feelings back in his lower extremities. ‘You fools.” he whispered, “Finally I will get my revenge!” With the knowledge that the three men he wanted to kill were still on board the ship, he began putting his plan in motion, and as such he crept across the deck silently like a thief. Since it was originally his own boat, he had the advantage of knowing every detail of the vessel including a few secret passages the Outlaws would not be aware of. Using these so called passageways, he made his way, undetected, to the storage hole were he proceeded to arm himself with every weapon he could carry. Then with a curse to his bane, “No Name” he poured what was left of the rum, over the remaining gun powder, and continued to pour a stream away from it, leaving himself a ten minute fuse. With a deep breath full of vengeance he struck a single match and set fire to the rum. Still moving silently, he darted out from the lower deck and raced down the plank, running as fast as his tired legs could carry him. Once on shore, he easily hid in the shadows, as all eyes were focused on the festival, at which time he made his way over to the horses tied up against a tree. With a quick saddling of one of his own Spanish steeds, he road his horse hard right down the middle of the celebration in order to fulfill the final parts of his plan. As he road in closer to the fire, the Awenativian men retaliated by throwing their spears, but against the folded metal of his armor they were all but useless. In return, he wanted to make his presence felt, as well as feared, and as such he spotted the chubby kid from earlier and without a care in the world, put a bullet right between his eyes. He then aimed his weapon towards the Sheij and declared, “Let that be a warning to you all, No one. I repeat NO ONE will stand in the way of the Spanish Armada!” and with that said, he briskly grabbed hold of the Sheij one and only daughter and raced off into the night, leaving behind only an ungodly laugh and a soon burning vessel!

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“Tekheivea’ry, teko!!!”, the Shiej of the tribe alerted his men, who all quickly ran for their weapons and horses. As the Hwajenii’s leader stood next to him, he ordered his own military officers to chase down the Spanishman, who stole the Chewdakka nation’s princess. Immediately seeing a group of men in strong lamellar mail armor bearing bow and arrows, they took to their horses, painting in tribal designs with traditional braids in their manes and tail fur, the Awenativian military charged the forest behind the foolish Spaniard. As many of the soldiers armed themselves with spears and clubs, the majority of them possessed swords of shining steel and machete-length short leaf-shaped blades of bronze. Speeding with full knowledge of their home forest, fleets broke off into small squads and took to the thick jungle with the experience of their ancient and medieval forefathers, as the great warriors of jungle warfare. Shielded by steel and bronzed masked that struck the intimidating image of ogres and forest monsters upon their howling faces, the warriors wore guards of metal-covered cloths for protection. Lightweight but equally protecting, they rode through the forest as if they were Samurai of the southern hemisphere.

However, as the tribe ran in sudden reaction, the outlaws stood in the sudden flames of the now-burning ship. As the crackling of fire rose from within the bowels of the vessel, the two brothers quickly scrambled for something to put out the fire. “What the hell happened?”, looking for barrels to fill with water of any kind, their attempts were all failures, with the flames growing even larger and larger. “NoNoNoNoNo…not mi beauty!!!”, the pirate yelled in a saddened tone of pain for his precious ship, as he resorted to spitting on the sparking mass of heat. While Grey watched the Awenativians storming the rainforest in mass numbers, with howling death whistles pouring out as far as their well-trained arrows, he looked to James in a confused manner before turning his eyes to the returning employer of theirs. Running down the steps of the decks, the Brit escaped the fury of angered warriors, and stared wind-eyed at the inferno. Taking the mast, Mr. Jest finally returned to see Bourbon trying to pull down their flag, nearly burning himself. With the screeches on the animals, bucking and fleeing the bursts of flames, the cowboy called out to the mystic.

“What in blazin’ tarnation, Jest?”, he rushed to the point, before being interrupted by the explaining nobleman. “So, it appears our ‘friend’ found an opening and kidnapped the Chewdakka nation’s princess….not before give ye fellas a going away present, of course…”, he stated what was obvious to the men, as Bourbon cursed tearfully into the high heavens, before eying the divine statue. “tis’ be ye, ay?”, he pointed to the colossal figure that resembled the great fire god of the Awenativian pantheon. But, as his heart-filled words of hatred roared out at the object of marble, Grey continued speaking to the boss. “So what now!?!”, he yelled over explosive pops and burst, following the Jest, who ignored the heat. With a broad smile across his face, and his slender hand digging within his suit pocket, he found a key before waving it at the men. “This is what, mi lads”, walking to the door that closed off the cabin. The mystical figure in black slid the silver tool of an abnormal glisten into the hole of the wooden door. While a confused Grey watched from behind and a distraught Bourbon whined from the railing, nearly allowing himself to fall over.

“What are ya doin’ boss?”, the cowboy asked, with thought that the loopy-minded Jest was up to another puzzling act of his crazed mind. But, with a silence opening of the door, the quite skilled illusionist used his ability to open a mirroring image of fog. Thick and flowing, it seeped out with the smell of fresh water and mist. “…step inside, laddy”, the magician sneered before his employee walked through the door of light. Being met with a polarizing scene on the other side, Grey stood on the same deck. However, without the hot-red heat of explosive flames, it was covered with the cold blue tendrils of whipping wind, as the sturdy posture of the cowboy smile in safety before feeling his feet slide, as if something was grabbing him.

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A howling curse to the Jest emerged from white fog of the door, as the mystic illusionist grinned with wicked enjoyment for his craft. “Alright, ye laddies must hurry along, ey?”, he looked to the two remaining outlaws. As the deck looked like hell on earth, Mr. Jest looked to James as he strolled over to the pirate, who was still whining in the windy stars. “Huddy, fella…we have treasure to find, and a few princesses to save…..as only the noblest of gentlemen could do…”, he gently organized his suit before grabbing the tearful Swashbuckler with strength that he didn’t normally show. As the long haired brute lumped his body with the posture that resembled the lifeless, he grabbed for anything that could tie him back. “No…no, the law of th’ sea…mi must go down wit mi ship, matey…STOP!!!”, Bourbon cried for the rule of a captain. But, knowing the curse would prevent the pirate from going down, he dragged the larger man to his weakened feet and shoved him into the portal. “I’ll stay here, laddy…someone needs to watch the animals…”, the Brit smiled and bowed as he left the door open for the mortal outlaw to escape the flames. As he sat on a barrel, with the monkey by his side, he stared at the moon and whistled a sharp rendition of the Funeral March into the hollow breeze that flew away from the scorching flames.

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Stumbling and tumbling through, Bourbon witnessed what caused his partner to yell. Flying into the windy mist, the privateer saw the deck of his lovely ship. But, reaching out for it, he was grunting and strained for it, until he realized he was being lifted up into the air. “WHA-”, he exclaimed as he was lifted far enough away to see the full vessel in eyesight. And, with the view of the boat, he noticed the ship was hovering in midair. Meaning, the two brothers were both falling in all actuality. Dropping through the air of clouds and splashing water, Grey saw the tearing vessel of the Spanish crew that was chasing them, so long ago. Bits and pieces of their ship soared through the sky, dropping like missiles through the clouds. As the misty air created a funnel of rainbows around them, they were whipped with force. "GREY! Mi think as 'f we be though tis, ay?!?", Bourbon yelled off the comments, as both of their bodies hurled around like ragdoll, whipping and flipping with the icy breeze. Then, looking down, they both screamed as they saw that they were falling off the edge of the waterfall from earlier. “JJJEEEEESSSSSTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”, the brother yelled in common thought, as they witnessed the morning sun peaking over the horizon again. Blinking with a odd act that went against nature, the ball of light shook more and more with every inch they drew closer to the rocky bottom. Inhaling enough breath for impact, they braced themselves before hitting the blue surface with a backlash of force.

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With Grey landing first, Bourbon hit second and sunk into the blackness of the water mass’ belly. But, instead of seeing the water that they landed in, the flickering sun eclipsed the word just as they arrived underwater; as if it was set to. With each of them catching wind of a break in their fall, they looked down into the blackness, expecting to see the abyss of the river’s bottom. Although, they were greeted by another fall. Dragging them through an air of scape that was lit by a tented hue of dark green, the sun was a ring of yellow, as black filled the sky. As the ship lied below, they dropped to it was a full thud of pain.

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Lying on the deck of the ship, Bourbon turned onto his sore back to see the pitch black sky, and the waving sail of their flag. Now torn and tattered, it fitted the ripped up and rotted wood that made up the ship. “Wha- we be…whar?”, he sat up to see a black sea of funky green-tinted water. As the land appeared dark and cold, it was ghostly pale sand that their ship was nearly washed up upon. Anchored out from the shore, Grey looked up to see that the sky almost swayed with the breeze, as if it was the surface of the river that they fell in. With a bloody gash to his head, feeling the intense pain of the crash, he whipped the red substance from his smoky eyes, while thinking about the surface of water. But if it was, then the water that their ship rested on was something else. “I don’t know, brother…but, I’m sure it’s not normal…..”, he coughed as he looked up to land to witness their horses still hitched, as the sound of what appeared to be wailing moans and cries from within the rainforest. “We’s best be away from har, mate…”, the pirate scrummed to his feet, feeling a tight tug in his spine, and moved to the wheel. With an intentions on finding his way out, he looked to the ship’s built in compass, while spitting up water and gasping for air, as Grey pulled out the map to search for their location, as if it was still possible at this point.

“Ye made it, laddies!”, the mysterious Jest skipped up from the lower deck, with arms spread out wide. As the monkey sat on his back, holding a slice of apple, they were not surprised to see that their employer was already here…wherever they were. “Good’ay, matey…whar we be?”, Bourbon asked in a cold breath, as both of the brothers stood in their rotted form, alerting them of the fact that they were in some realm of mysticism. “Right…we’re the world of the drowned, pals...ye be upon the dead, maties!”, Mr. Jest imitated the swashbuckler’s speech, as he walked across the wooden flooring of scorched blackness, they all paused with the crashing sound of the Spanish galleon smashing into the black sea a few yards from them. As the naval men were flung along in the water, and left drifting out upon the shoreline, the two outlaws felt the sore presence of a chilling limbo in eternity.

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“but lads, ye may want to hurry…those gentlemen don’t seem too friendly”, the nonchalant posture of the otherworldly Jest stood calm, as he pointed over at the surfacing ghost ship. Tearing from the water, as if it was a whale in the ocean, the large maritime vessel was the notorious Flying Dutchmen. With gagged protrusions along the sides of the great craft, it swam through the mess of a crash with the front of the vicious vessel piercing like a snarling shark, fishing through the debris for the Spaniards that were drowned and killed from the drop. As the waves of it arrival created a storming shake to the sea, the two outlaws dropped their jaws in amazed fright. Staring into the humongous sails that stretched into the black sky and hung like that of sentenced criminal, the Brothers could hear the calls of the haunting crew members. And, in a flash of thought, both of the men leaped overboard and swam for shore. Not giving the Dutchmen any time to catch them, they immediately unhitched and mounted their horses up return to land. While Mr. Jest watched them charge the forest with a smile on his face, he waved them off, “Find the princesses, find the treasure…don’t kill Barbossa…..and try not to get captured!!!”. Looking to the Dutchmen crew, so horrid and hideous in their undead appearance of coruscation and amphibious proportions, the gentlemanly magician waited for the outlaws to get out of sight before vanishing with the ship, in a twilight of green horizons.

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From out of nowhere a huge eruption exploded from the bowels of the ship, as a fireball the size of a chuck wagon arose from the ashes. Soon pieces of burning plank wood showered what was left of the vessel as a thick layer of smoke began filling the air. With a tone of both sadness and unacceptability, Bourbon shouted “NoNoNoNoNo…not mi beauty!!!” in pain as he watched his ship going up in flames. But despite the chaos going on around him, Grey was still thinking three steps ahead, and as such, he left the fire to James and Bourbon while he watched the Awenativians storming off into the rain forest in mass numbers. From the moment the first sign of fire was visible James’ first instinct was to scream, “SAVE THE MAP!” seconds after Grey gave him a confused look. Like Bourbon, James immediately move to put out the fire, draping his jacket like a shroud trying to smother out what he could. Unfortunately at this point the ship was all but gone, as the whole midsection was now a burning hell. With all hope gone, Bourbon used his last few minutes in a rush to save his flag, while James shed a tear over the loss of the rum. As usual, Mr. Jest was doing his own thing, and after a quick abandoning of the ship in its time of need, he runs back aboard yelling, “So, it appears our ‘friend’ found an opening and kidnapped the Chewdakka nation’s princess….not before give ye fellas a going away present, of course…”, Unfortunately James and Bourbon were preoccupied at the moment, but with a little special charm from the mysterious Brit, all eyes seemed to turn to him. But never one to blindly follow orders, Grey made it a point to question his employer, “So what now!?!” as time was quickly running out for them all. In response Mr. Jest calmly replied, “This is what, mi lads”, as he walked to the door that closed off the cabin.

Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out a large brass key that he made a point of waving in front of everyone’s face, before proudly walking over to the door. “This will be our way out..’ he says after a deep breath “..for now!” as he inserted the key and slowly turned the handle. Then just as the door opened with a creaking sound he pointed to the other side saying, “…step inside, laddy!” On the other side was the spirit realm, a world of both wonder to embrace for a life time and terrors that would haunt you long after you died. But more importantly it was the place Mr. Jest knew they needed to be, in order to guarantee their safety as well as lead them one step closer to the treasure. Suddenly James froze in terror as his hands dropped to his side. His eyes widen and froze, as he stared into the abyss with out the ability to rationalize what he was seeing. “Lordy” Mr Jest scoffed, “I forgot about our companion.” With a wave of one hand over the other, a rather commonly looking bracelet appeared, made from rope and twine with a black striping along the edge. With care he placed it around James left wrist, with the words to Grey, “This trinket will allow our friend here to exist safely in the other realm. His mind will now be ableto process what he sees without the need to understand it.” Immediately James snapped back to attention, ready to walk blindly through the door without a second thought, but as he does, Mr Jest looked back to his employees with a stern and serious expression, “But you two must promise me that no matter what happens you will not let him lose his bracelet. For if he does, we may lose his very soul!

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Leading the way, Grey walked through the door first, meeting with a polarizing scene on the other side. Once their, he found himself still standing alone on the deck of his ship, but without the hot-red heat of explosive flames. Instead it was covered with the cold blue tendrils of whipping wind, with an unnatural fog that almost seemed alive. The ship was now a pale version of its former self with a sail that seemed to remain still despite the strong eerie breeze that came from nowhere. Still waiting in the realm of man, Mr Jest tried to hurry the rest through, with a few kind words, “Alright, ye laddies must hurry along, ey?” But more importantly he needed to stress upon them the importance of their mission, so as James and Bourbon crossed the threshold, he had to comment, "Huddy, fella…we have treasure to find, and a few princesses to save…..as only the noblest of gentlemen could do.” Now in the other realm, James took in his surroundings as described, seeing it as normal without the need to question it. As he looked across to his partners, he now saw them in a dark spectral image. In his eyes the Grimm Gold Brothers were still in a humanoid form, seemingly trustworthy and loyal, but now their form was pure black. Just as if whatever light made a man a man, was gone, leaving only an empty abyss. Curious James looked down upon himself only to find a grayer form that seemed to flow from his bracelet, unaware that it was the trinket that hid his living white aura from those that wished to drain it. With one last piece of advise Mr Jest told the Outlaws, “I’ll stay here, laddy…someone needs to watch the animals…” cleverly making sure he would stay out of harms way.

What happened next was a series of events tossing James around mind, body, soul and spirit, like a rag doll in the hand of a spoiled child. Soon he found himself floating upwards only to find that he was actually falling down. The only thing James’ messed up mind could grasp was, briefly he was a top the waterfall being chased by the Spaniards, until finally resting on the deck of his vessel at the bottom, cold and alone, except for the blacken images of his partners. But no matter how off putting it was before, his new location gave off such an ungodly feeling that his partner’s black images was the brightest light around. Trying to gain a grasp of the unknown, Bourbon was the first to ask, “Wha- we be…whar?” as his better half replied, “I don’t know, brother…but, I’m sure it’s not normal…..” It was then James spoke up trying his best to help out, but the only thing he could mutter was, “Perhaps we are at...” he then pauses “...I have no idea!” But as the Grimm Gold Brothers were more accustom to such oddities, the two quickly assessed the situation and acted accordingly. With growing concern, Bourbon spoke up making it perfectly clear, “We’s best be away from har, mate…”, while Grey was busy pulling out the map to search for their location. Then from the lower deck, stepping out to alls amazement, Jest stepped up greeting his employees with a surprised look on his face. “Ye made it, laddies!” he said with pride, realizing his men were still alive. But just as things were beginning to take on a pleasant tone, Bourbon had to ask the question, “Good’ay, matey…whar we be?” to which Mr. Jest answered!

With a straight face he looked the Brothers in the eyes not holding any thing back, and replied, “Right…we’re the world of the drowned, pals...ye be upon the dead, maties!”. But just to make it come across easier, he answered in his best Rumgold impersonation. But before the Ex-Pirate could respond, the mood was cut short with the sound of the Spanish galleon smashing into the black sea, just a few yards from them. Soon the water around them was filled with the Spaniards essence as they swam in fear of the unknown, as their life forces were soon to be ripped away in this hellish realm. In James’ eyes, through his bracelet, the Spaniards appeared as humanoid shaped beings, but with a dim yellow glow. Unlike that of the truly living, which gave off a pure white one, so blinding that all colors needed to avoid it. Suddenly another bone chilling breeze swept across the lake, so dark that Mr. Jest felt forced to say, “but lads, ye may want to hurry…those gentlemen don’t seem too friendly!” as he pointed over at the surfacing ghost ship, that was sailing closer with every second. Through it all, the only thing James noticed was that as he looked upon Mr. Jest for the first time he appeared only as a humanoid form with a bright blue aura, that crackled around him as a source of power.

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However, as James looked out across the lake to the Flying Dutchman the vision was a lot less pretty. For now through his limited view, the crew of the haunted vessel appeared similar to the blacken form of the Grimm Gold Brothers, with the exception that his partners bodies were humanoid in shape, whereas the crew of the dead appeared more wraith like. With a beastly expression they now had multiple glowing red eyes, with black claws and hoofs, with their head giving off a waving aura of death. What’s worse they seemed to hunger for the essence given off by the Spanish. One by one the dead would track the living down, and upon contact, would literally drain the living yellow aura from their bodies, only for a brief second of light, in their own eternal damnation, that immediately vanished away from both. Afterwards, they would leave behind an empty shell of the Spaniards, void of any light that would soon crumble away and meld in with the pale surroundings of this place. It was truly a horrific sight that even James in his uplifted state, felt sick to his stomach upon viewing.

But as the dead was sill feasting on the light of the living, it was clear to Jest and the Outlaws that if they did not leave soon, they could be next. Without hesitation the Outlaws quickly leaped overboard and swam for shore as fast as their arms and legs could carry them, despite the feeling that the sea was fighting against them. For with each stroke forward, the water tried to carry them back two. Against it all they managed to reach the shore, just in time to hear Mr Jest shouting back from the boat, “Find the princesses, find the treasure…don’t kill Barbossa…..and try not to get captured!!!” hoping his men could pull off nothing less than a miracle. But once said, the gentlemanly magician waited for the outlaws to get out of sight before vanishing with the ship, in a twilight of green horizons, protecting them both from a horde of the dead. Now stepping back on land, still in the other realm, the Outlaws clothes miraculously managed to stay dry. As James looked out across the land, the natives now appeared to him as pure white lights so bright that his only desire is to avoid all contact, but as odd as it seemed, it felt natural to him to walk among them without ever crossing paths. What’s more, the natives seemed oblivious to screams of the dying Spaniards just off shore. It was then, as the Natives were dancing around as they do, James noticed one of the white lights stop, and stare directly at him.

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Immediately he felt a unnatural feeling as the entity separated himself from the other natives and slowly approached. Immediately the white around the figure began flickering, until it took on a different color, in this case blue, and identified himself as the tribes, Sheij. Taking only a second to adjust he raised his staff up in protection and shouted, “You should not be herelike this!” He then pointed to James and continued, "and you Definitely shouldn’t be here at all!” But being wise beyond his years, he sensed the good in the Outlaws and slowly lowered his staff in friendship. “I take it you are here to help, even though I sense you are cursed? Please bring my daughter back to meand I will refuse you nothing,” He then looks to Bourbon as his future son-in-law and smiles, “And some of you may have even more!” From around his neck he removes a small necklace with a bright blue gem in the middle, and as he raises it up it spins around like a compass, eventually aiming south west deeper into the jungle. With pride the Sheij hands it over to Grey remarking, “This amulet will lead you to her. For where ever she may be it will always point in her direction. Take it and may Taurus protect you!” With that said he stepped back allowing the Outlaws to leave as they wish, but just as Grey was about to ride off, he shouts with an ungodly tone, “And be careful, I saw the Spaniard that took her, and..” he shivers deeply, “..His aura was GREEN!

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Standing next to the forest trail, the Awenativian handed the amulet over to the men, blessed by his highest monks of the nation, whom began to plead for the assistance of their entire pantheon of gods, with the enormity of the situation. As the many natives of the tribe called for the ruling creator gods of their pantheon, praying to the sun, moon, and earth, in their divine names, the monks witnessed the men through the veil of spiritual separation. Looking to the stars and spinning the compass, they aimed the outlawed group in the southwestern direction. With the ability to navigate through the limbo world, the magnificently blue gem would assisted them in locating the kidnapping Spaniard. “Woye Polaris kvaer yvop eeu jac caezhts…”, one monk blessed them under the eyes of their navigation god, Polaris. Wishing them luck and well-being, the natives were still very weary of the two brothers. As Bourbon and Grey stood in their cursed state, the religious Awenativians could see them as so. Since the hex on the pair was one originated in their islander culture, the tropical natives were well aware of their frozen stance in life, and the level of punishment said title would require. While the two brothers saw their shifty expressions through the thick white light of their lives, Grey bowed his head and thanked the two in a saddened reminder of their troubled past, assured in the guilt that stared forwards that was met with the flashbacks of his foolish life. Immediately bowing to the spiritual Awenativians, who blessed them under Taurus, hoping the fire god could light the way for them, and bring the wrath of fire down upon the Spaniard. The highest monk howled and cried to the skyfathing creator god of Soliz, they proceeded to called for the blessing of the mighty gods for good fates in this instance.

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Looking to the abyss of pale light, the two brother took to their horses and rode off into the darkness. “…follow Polaris!…”, one of the monks reminded them to stay connected to the stars, by pointing at the North Star, which their navigation god was linked to, as well as to follow the talisman through the cold wind of icy fog and shadows.

Riding through the trees of this underworldly limbo of silence, sound and sight was blurred into the mixture of pale lights and sun-setting darkness, the eclipsed sky was an unearthly sight. A sky as black as the deepest pitch, it was still pale and misty, in a paradox of introverted understanding. With the earth and trees and creatures of the living all appearing in faded shades of grey, the two outlaws of the cursed fate between life and death both moved with few thought to the morbidly abstract plain of limbo that their now-ghostly horses stormed through. As their bony figures of undead shadows charged behind the assisting amulet, it rattled in the direction of the man who’s spirit could be seen through the faded images of trees and nature. As it his green glow shined across the limbo, so did the white spirited figures that chased him. So furious and strong, they rushed up a hill and around a valley after the kidnapper. “Here…ya may need this…..”, Grey alerted James, before tossing the talisman to him, knowing the human would need assistance navigating more than both him and his brother. Already of the limbo world, since they were already cursed to linger between the living and the dead, they could see the Spaniard without it.

As the outlaws saw through the trees with relative ease, their horses moved with intensity and in time, they were downhill from the Spaniard. In the valley below, they acted quickly, as Barbossa shot back and sent many of the mighty warriors down with lead bullets that grinded through their well-padded armour. Although, persistent as the death that loomed behind all, the horse-mounted archers continued flinging a wall of arrows over him in accurate attempt not to hit the princess or horse. Bouncing off of the arrogant captain’s steel, a one sliced the side of his neck, causing him to react in a firing of his gun. But, as the zipping arrows snapped against him and the ground, the bucking horse sent both Barbossa and the princess off and down the hill into the valley below. “Grey! Thar ‘em be…th’ hill!”, Bourbon pointed to the tumbling pair, as they stormed through trees and rooted trip-ups in a hustling fashion. But, before they could get to them, the ground cracked open and revealed a dark abyss.

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“Traveler!”, a soft voice echoed towards the human outlaw, as the two cursed one sped around the circle of blackness. Barreling deep into the ground, the sinkhole sloped enough for travel down into it. However, there was a supernatural appearance to it. An abnormal zone to the natural plain of being, this cavernous hole did not exist in the overworld of the living and peaced. Instead, this was a gateway within this limbo of mysteries and condemnation. Calling to James, it trapped the lovely guide of his voyage, below the earth and into the red throbbing glow that fiery lingered faintly below. Personally pleading for the American, the two brother thought nothing of the voice that they bared no connection to. Continuing on for the mortal lady, Grey and Bourbon pursued the tumbling pair.

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At the Fall

Tumbling down the hill, the two hit the bottom, landing in the watery pond that lied beneath the hilltop. As the warriors witnessed them sink into the water below, not emerging for the sweet breath of life, they panicked and rushed for the closest way down. However, unnoticeable to them, Barbossa and the princess were both caught by the notoriously mythic crew of the Flying Dutchmen. In the realm of limbo, she screamed at two creatures grabbed at her wavy black hair. Bearing the resemblance of fish-things, they were the workers of the Dutchmen, searchers of the souls who've drowned. Employees of Davy Jones himself, these humanoid man-beast died long ego, of the same fate as many naval men and sailors, and were caught by the Dutchman, doomed to become the captive crewmen.

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Pulling her and Barbossa out of the water, the captain grunted for his gun and shot it off. Into the gun of a black tar-soaked man with a squid head, the figure laughed and slapped the pistol away before knocking the Spaniard back down. As the pond lied red with the blood of the dying, the two brothers arrived to the sight and bared the scene of two hammerhead sharks standing with fungi-covered human postures of gaping scars and gagged pocked of rotted flesh. Shooting worry into the eyes of the two undead outlaws, all present stared up at their onset. As the creatures looked on in hunger for the rarity of the brothers’ zombified flesh, unheeding razor teeth that protruded from said monstrous bodies, which cover up in a dreaded state similar to full body ‘Trench Foot’, the princess was the first to speak. A gasping exclaim at the bony figures, she spoke the title of the grim hex that was placed over them for all eternity; Vex’jakna.

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Grey quickly fired his rifle, landing a bullet into the shark’s shoulder before backing away at the notice of the crewmen charging towards them. “…he didn’t fall!”, the gunslinger muttered in frightened amazement, as he paced back and whistled for their steeds to get away from the action. “Me got mi sight on it, brother!”, Bourbon spat in intense worry, as he pulled his cutlass, “…any thought to why, mate?”. Firing a few more shots into the gut, head, and legs respectively, they did little but temporarily halt the beast and crack the shelled skin of one. “…no clue”, the cowboy looked into his partner’s eyes with worry, knowing that their conventional weapons was all they really had for an offence. Further pressured by the pirate slice to the face of the sharked creature, it dragged a bloody line along his head. But, with no sign of pain more than a smiling grunt, Bourbon turned to face his brother. And, with a quick smirk and whimper of shameful cowardness, the swashbuckler sped straight into the forest trees. As Grey ran the other way, he kept his eyes on the pond, as his eyed heard nothing but the screams of his comrade. Fleeing from them in very mobile and agile manners of athleticism, which neither of them thought they had, they continued running until they thought up a plan.

Well aware of the horrors they must have committed to be cursed in such a way, the princes lied in the pond in a bittersweet state of shock. Thankful that they were her savors (?), or at least the prolongers of her life, she knew that they had to have done something gravely horrendous to her ancestors in order to be curse with Vex’jakna. Similarly, Barbossa lied in cold sweats of the same polarized emotion. Praying to the Lord for safety and salvation, thanking him for saving his life, he was deeply angered that the brothers had to be the one who did it. While Jones’ Flying Dutchman lurked in the shadows of the distant river, both outlaws knew the king sat within his horrid ship, basking in the wait to take these souls to his infamous locker.

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Despite all the unknown mysteries of the other plane, one fact remained constant. The dead and dying seek the essence of the living, so that they themselves may feel what it was like to be alive, even if just for a few seconds. Because of this, every stride James rode through the jungle, while juggling between both realms, seemed like a back breaking chore. In the real world the trees were motionless, rooted in one position, but in the other realm they seemed to block your path with slow moving limbs reaching out for you. Even the wind around them was different, whereas in the real world it would simply blow by you, but in the other realm it somehow managed to blow ‘through’ you. Leaving a devastating chill that rattled your very bones. But thanks to Mr. Jest’s bracelet, ninety five percent of James’ life force was hidden from those around, making him a less desirable target. For the most part he kept his head down and followed his partners orders blindly through the jungle, keeping his vision locked only on the path lit by the blue gem. He rode along in silence without the need or desire to speak or question, and instead was mainly there for back up, or for whatever reason Mr. Jest saw him fit for. But because five percent of his life force was still shining, he was still in danger. Keeping this in mind, Grey noticed his partner losing his way, as he was in a world he still was not ready for, and because of this he intervened. Pulling his horse along side him, he tried his best to connect with James. “Here…ya may need this…..” Grey remarked as he removed the talisman from around his own neck and handed it over to his partner. Hoping it could focus the man’s attention in the off setting world or at least help him navigate through it, as easy as it was for him and his brother.

Suddenly the blue light shined brighter, as it pointed outwards across the way to the sight of Awenativians Natives attacking Barbossa with their arrows. But against the Spaniard steel, it was a wasted attempt as each arrow easily collided then fell to the ground broken, dented and useless. However, on one rare occasion one of the natives arrow hit it’s mark, and left a one inch slice across the side of the man’s neck, forcing the Captain to not only tend to his wound, but fire back with suppressing gunfire. With one well aimed shot he splattered the brains of a Native Warrior across the land, and without the slightest bit of concern. It was at this point James saw Captain Barbossa for the first time in the other plane, and immediately recognized him as a humanoid shaped individual but with a dark green aura. However, there was one other difference, in this world his aura flowed around him like waves on the ocean rather than a constant glow. As for the princess, her aura was a light blue that flowed from her inside out much like that of her fathers but with less intensity. But amidst the barrage of incoming arrows, Barbossa’s steed was finally spooked and with one massive buck, easily tossed the Captain and his prize off and down the hill into the valley below. It was at this point Bourbon spoke up pointing to the tumbling pair and yelled, “Grey! Thar ‘em be…th’ hill!” Immediately James felt the urge to shout back, “Then let’s go get him!” as he lowered his right hand towards his holstered gun. But instead, he was distracted as the ground beneath them began to rumble around and eventually cracked open wide, revealing a huge dark abyss lying and waiting there in front of them

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In the most natural of ways, The Grimm Gold Brothers sped around the circle of blackness, seeing it as nothing more than another feature of this plane, even after hearing it call out to them, “Traveler!” But not James. Whereas Grey and Bourbon heard only another howl in the wind, James heard the sound of a soft voice echoing towards him, from deep inside the mysterious hole. To him the sound was euphoric, beckoning him to come inside with the sense that when done all his problems would vanish away. Without a care in the world, he steered his horse forward, while answering the call, “I’m coming!” as he stared blindly downwards to the unknown. Suddenly his horse began bucking wildly as it raised it’s hoofs in the air, frightened to death of the fate that awaited them below. With a loud “Neigh” it fought against every one of James’ commands until it finally tossed him off his back and slowly, carefully, backed away. Still enticed by the pits sound, James calmly walked his way further reaching the edge and with his armed stretched out in joy he leaned forward. It was then, at that exact moment, another voice from his past rang out. With a voice more enticing than that of the pits, the sound of the Ghost Princes called out again, and like a whisper in his ear, he heard one and only one word, “.....REMEMBER!

Immediately a flood of thoughts ran through his head, filling it with thoughts, images and ideas, all pertaining to the other realm, that left him with a clear understanding of the place and how it worked. He no longer felt nervous or uncomfortable, but instead empowered. For somehow the mixture of magic between Mr. Jest and the Ghost Princess was enough to make a light dweller, have the capabilities to understand and recognize the other side. Now empowered with his new understanding, James regretfully looked down into the pit, just before he was about to fall in. Immediately, he began flapping his arms back sporadically doing everything in his power not to fall, when suddenly a dark red tentacle reached out from the depth and wrapped itself tightly around his right leg. Then with one mighty tug, it jerked him off his feet and began pulling him down, deeper into a now red eerie glow emanating from the center of the abyss. In a one last ditch effort to survive, James spun around, grasping the side of the hole with his hands and fought the pull with every thing he had. With his muscles ripping, he scratched and clawed his way out, while kicking at the tentacle with his free leg. Finally, in a last ditch effort to survive, he grabbed hold of his side arm and fired off two shots, so perfectly aimed, that they sliced through the tentacle nearly cutting it in half. He then managed to climb his way out, just before another of the dark red tentacle attempted to reach out and grab him. Still not finished, he ran over to his horse, that had recently calmed down, and pulled forth one of his last remaining sticks of dynamite, and after a quick strike of a match, he tossed the explosive down the hole into the abyss. Three seconds later the ground rumbled beneath them to the point James and his steed were tossed around, with only a large cloud of smoke rising from the hole that soon blew away in the wind.

Now with a new outlook of the land, James felt an almost body surging pull to his saddle bag where the Golden Crown was resting. Unafraid, he removed the artifact and with both hands firmly placed it upon his head. Then after a few seconds of a sick nauseous feeling, he looked out across the land and for the first time, saw it in the same light as his partners. The hole in the ground was no longer just a deep hole, but now the mouth of some land dwelling beast hiding under the land. The so called tentacles were now one of many tongues of the thing, all there to help snare travelers. “Dear Heavenly God,” James muttered, as he now saw the hell on Earth around him, then with a sad and lonely tone he finishes, “and to think, my friends are a part of this, ...nightmare!” It was then he heard the unmistakable sounds of a horse racing towards him, and with both guns drawn he waited behind a tree for the rider to approach. To his joy it was his old pal Bourbon, riding harder than a man being chased by a twenty man posse. Even though Bourbon appeared to him in the form of a half rotten corpse with his flesh falling off, it was still a treat to see him anyway. “Bourbon, you sweaty old mule face. What’s with the rush?” It was then they both locked eyes, and at that moment, James knew something went drastically wrong with their mission, and Bourbon new that James was aware of his cursed appearance. But with no time to waste, James shrugged off the issue of the curse, and instead focused all his attention on what was happening with the rescue attempt. More importantly, he asked “Where is Grey?” Giving the Ex-Pirate time to catch his breath, he proceeded to tell the whole story in detail, skipping over the part were they got their butts handed to them. However, he did make it clear that there was no chance of them taking on the crew of the Flying Dutchman with the weapons they had in hand.

Suddenly a glimmer of hope twinkled in James’ eye as he came up with a foolhardy plan to save the day, and with a quick, ‘You know what Bourbon, I Think I just might know a way of getting around the Dutchman’s crew and save the girl,” to his friend, he jumped upon his steed and began to ride. Following the path laid out by Bourbon, James took the lead as he continued to avoid the topic of what his plan was. But one thing was for sure, if his plan was to succeed, he needed the help of both Grim Gold Brothers to pull it off. But as luck would have it, just as James and Bourbon reached the accursed shore, where the Flying Dutchman was anchored, Grey was already there reassessing his own options on how to save the Sheij’s daughter. With another awkward greeting, James and Grey spoke again, ignoring the fact that James was seeing him in a skeleton form, except for a brief, “We have SOooooomuch to talk about, but now is not the time!” Instead the three of them huddled behind a group of trees that almost seemed afraid to be this close to the crew of the damned. Despite all odds against him, James kept a positive outlook, as he continued to tell his partners he had a plan, while never once explaining what his plan was. Instead he merely said, “So here we go! I’ll get the crew off the ship and you two sneak on board and save the girl.” Unaware of how foolish and deadly his idea sounded or how his partners where reacting to it, James kept a solid poker face, dedicated to his plan even though he would most likely die in the attempt. After a quick prayer to the Lord above, James stood up proudly and despite what his friends were saying to him, he said, “We go on the count of three. Ready, one.....two....three!

In a most heroic display of actions, he grabbed hold of the bracelet Mr. Jest had given him, and in one motion, ripped it from off his wrist. In doing so his living aura was now exposed, and he now appeared like a beam from a light house shining out across the sea, signaling a safe passage for all incoming vessels. But to the crew of the damned, James bright light of life in the other realm, meant only one thing to them, and that was a fresh meal. Unable to avoid such of bounty of life, the Dutchman’s crew howled an ungodly tone that was so frightfully dark, that James was beginning to doubt his own plan. Literally like a bat out of Hell, most of the crew of the damned mounted their accursed steeds and as only they could, rode them across the lake never once touching the water. Instead they seemed to ride above the ground beneath them, allowing them to move at a pace twice that of a living steed. But it was the dead’s horrific appearance that fluttered James the most. Never before had he seen such a sight, of men half human, half sea creature, and all decaying, coming at him with fins, octopus tentacles and occasionally razor sharp shark teeth. But through it all he managed to keep a level head, and at the first site of the dead coming towards him, he shouted, “Well I ….um, got their attention, You two grab the girl when their gone!” Immediately, he spun his horse around and after a quick stabbing with his spurs, he darted off back into the jungle. Never before had he ridden so hard, and never before had his horse moved so gracefully. Together they road forward, with the full understanding that this time there was more on the line than their lives. This time, it was their very souls.

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But no matter how fast James rode or how cleverly he followed a trail, the crew of the damned seemed to follow, and with every stride even managed to ride closer. Like a fool, he wasted precious time shooting back at the damned rather than focusing on the trail, and with each shot he only angered the dead even more. For instead of harming or killing them, his bullets flew through them spattering around some moldy green sea water, and as their wounds healed over they craved his life essence even more. Soon the dead would be upon him, snapping at his heals and reaching out to grab his very soul. Already James was feeling cold and shivering just from being in their presence, and every time they reached out to grab him, he felt a little of himself being ripped away. With death now at his door, never would he have guessed the speed at which the dead traveled and because of this he was as good as dead. Soon to be drained of his life and possibly damned to be crew of the Flying Dutchman forever, he shouted out one final act of defiance, “Not today you rotten barnacle bastards!”at which point he ripped off the Golden Crown from off his head, and returned back to the land of the living.

Immediately the crew of the Dutchman vanished from his sight, much like waking up from a nightmare. As his mind and body returned to a more natural state. By sheer luck, he now found himself just at the outskirts of the Awenativians village where the tribes Sheij was already there ready to greet him. With a wise and thoughtful tone the Sheij remarked, “You are either a very brave man or a complete and utter fool dealing with the damned as you did. But either way I feel I must warn you, now that the crew of the Dutchman has your scent they will continue to come after it. So know every time you dawn that crown, they will be coming!” With that said he welcomed James back in to the tribe, but not before asking about the whereabouts of his one and only daughter. In response, all James could say was, “Don’t worry. Two of the finest men I know are saving her right this minute, and you can trust me when I say they will bring her back to you alive!” However, he was unaware that back on the Flying Dutchman, after a hoard of the damned chased him, two of the cursed crew remained on board to keep an eye on Barbossa and the Princess. To make it worse, the damned that was chasing him would soon be heading back to the ship and together, they were an unstoppable threat. But for now all James could do was sit and wait for his partners to return, and occasionally fool around with some of the female natives

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As both of the outlaws dodged the few beasties that surrounded them, they dimly listened to the mortal as the crewmen pursued them in growling rage. Losing the monsters in the trees, Grey and Bourbon speedily returned to the man’s plan, to hear him mention the act of retrieving the two captives from the Dutchman. “Wha…but, the princess is over the-”, the cowboy froze in his words from the empty sight of the pond that he remembered the two lying in, noticing their absence in the process. With shock in the wonder of how the brothers managed to miss the taking of the two mortals, they looked to each other before grunting in the oversight of their action.

As Bourbon whistled for their statuesque steeds of thick black fur and muscle, both the men took to their animals after they charged out of the smoky air in their wake. Seeing the atrocious beast reappear within the crystal horizon of razor edge grass blades and choking wind that blew with the aggression huffing bull, made out of a hellish mountain, the two brothers immediately rode down the hill and through the trees of still shadows and thick fog. As if the darkness was painted onto the mist, they charged through with pushing haste of low tear-shaped leaves and weeds of man-height grass. Gaining access to the riverbed, Grey looked to his partner with the mindset of a playmaker. “What are we going to do?”, gripping his gun, the two knew their weapons wouldn’t work on the sadistic group. As the pirate wondered about his arsenal of tool, he reached into his bag and finds the golden sword. “...think this may work?”, the brunette figured the sword may have powers, if the crown did. With little else that they could use in offence or defense, the two shrugged off any other option before Bourbon retrieved the Shield as well. While Grey grabbed any explosive he had of them both, they both took to the sea. Swimming under the ship, they climbed up the back side and onto the deck.

Scorched with rotted dankness and morbid wood, the tattered drapes of the Dutchman’s sails hung like dead bodies to the noose. As the smell of stale water and swamp fungi coated the ship in thick greens and browns, the two outlaws moved above the deck before hearing crying coming from the level below. Locked away behind rusted bars of the smoky brigs. Biting his cigarillo, Grey held an iron grenade in one hand and a sawed-off shotgun in the other. Ready to blast away, the bandit stood before the swashbuckler who held both the sword and shield. Standing on the staircase of the upper deck, Bourbon kept watch, as his brother wandered through the bottom of the hall, locating the two captives, he shot the locks off and free them. Hesitant and unnerved by his presence, both the princess and the Spaniard quickly ran up to the top deck and consciously refrained from much contact with the two undead beings that freed them. While the Awenativian lady looked for even the slightest bit of familiarity in her surrounds, for a method home, looking to the sky for assistance of the stars’ navigating hand, she stayed still as the Spaniard tried to run for the shore.

However, as the horde returned with a taste for blood and grim death, they rode bony steeds of black plague and smoke. With burning eyes and icy teeth, the Dutchmen crew growled and barked with heated aggression. As the princess gasped in fright, and the captaining navy man fell over in a shocking cry for mercy, the two outlaws looked to each other for ideas of attack in this looming situation of gloom. “Well, matey?”, the pirate gestured for his partner to think of something. But, in the midst of lighting the explosives with his redhot cig, the survivalist was sure they’ve prove useless in fatally harming the crewmen. Blowing them back at the most, both outlaws knew it wouldn’t work. So, with a huffing grunt, Bourbon drunk from the flask in his shielded arm before stepping down the ramp. Getting into a swinging position, he watched as a tall orc-like beast approached him with a height-span of an elephant and the build of a tank. Holding a club that craned down like a lumbering tree that was ripped from the earth, Bourbon watched at the mighty monster lifted the object with so much weight dragging against the air. As he lifted his shield in defense, the heavy club came tearing to the ground like a bombing missile before hitting the face of the golden shield.

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With a hearty bang, the Bourbon could almost feel the blow before the shiny barrier reacted in amazing fashion. With a streak of light, the connecting friction exploded in a rush of doming gold light of energy, pressing against the orc and travelling out like rays of the sun, in all directions of the attacking blow. Sending the beast back, it threw Grey to the floor as well, as it ripped the ship’s wooden flooring and tore the railing of the Dutchman. Causing a hub of brightness to sour out into the far distance, like a hurricane through the forest, the privateer lifted the sword as he regained footing on his feet. And with a swing of the stiff weapon, an even odder result came as the lengthy blade sent a thick blast of magical plasma out at the halted crowd of confused crewmen. Hitting them with an enormous amount of heat that vaporized the members who were caught into its faded depiction of light. As Grey starred in the same surprise as his brother, the pirate swung again at another group, with an angled streak of energy slicing the creatures in half, as if they were average men.

As Grey returned to escaping, he grabbed the two kidnapped mortals and led them overboard the ship and through the river to the opposite side. As Bourbon quickly followed, with burning arms of intense energy, knowing the remaining crew members would surely follow, the two undead outlaws dragged the humans into the abyss of the sea and into the depths of the water. So deep that the senses were void, sightless, breathless, soundless, numbing and thoughtless, they emerged in the cool blue river or the mortal world with much struggle against the current. Pulling the petite princess out of the water, Grey helped her up as she gasped for the loving breath of living air. While Barbossa was thrown from the surface of the liquid place by the pirate, Bourbon hurried up to the grassy shore. “We did it, arh!…we showed ‘em, ay?”, the pirate smiled as he dragged the golden items up and dropped them to the dirt. Tending to the gasping lady, the two outlaws lied her in a pasture of fluttering blades of grass. Stretching to the grassy height of a child, she lied on the earth and coughed up to the sky, as the orange moonlit sky set the goodbyes of the sun. As the stars of her gods twinkled above her in the heavens behind the purple blanket of light, the two soaked men of ruggedness stare at the wellbeing of the young olive lass of innocence, as if she was like a daughter of theirs, reminding them of ages long past.

“Skan eyolis zepf’eakk English, wezze?”, the outback-exploring-survivalist asked the wide-eyed brunette about her understanding of the Queen’s language, getting a glare back. “Yes, I understand your language…”, she answered back in a straight tone, with a softened voice calming under the misty breeze. Looking up to his comrade, Grey smirked in the ease of communication as the rugged pirate leaned against a stone in heavy breath and rejuvenation, "Great, th' wee lass'd make of high 'n mighty proud.....should we be on th' move, ay?". Wanting to hurry along, the cig-smoking bandit licked his lips and proceeded to ask the lady if she could convince her people of sparing them, in case they decided to execute the cursed two. With her reluctantly agreeing to assist them, even though their status was a act against her people, the two tired figures sat on the shoreline in a few moments of sobriety.

As the two outlaws looked around, to see their horses arriving near, they returned their attention to her. “Well, mi guess tis be a sign of luck, ay?”, Bourbon stood up onto his damp boots and saw the Spaniard running off only to stop at the sight of the Awenativian warriors. In their sturdy armor, they chased the captain back into the hands of the outlaws. As they looked to the princess for assistance, the brothers hoped that the men would accept them as the saviors of their highness, and not the cursed bandits that they were. “We are the great Jadixes of-“, a messenger began before the two interrupted them, “We know sure’well who ya are, pal…”. Cutting the introductions short, the warrior put away his scribe of foreword. “Fine, hand over the thief, Vex’jakna…he shall be punished for his acts against the nation…”, the leading horseman stated with a silver conical helmet shading his armoured head guard, the two brothers stood in their mortal form with bitter-sweet looks upon their face. “Ay, ay, alright…up, up, fella…our journey end be har, matey…”, the pirate easily sent Barbossa to his probable death, before being stopped by his alerted partner. “WAIT, what ‘punishment’ do ya have in store for him, if I may?”, Grey looked up to the men, as the Shiej of the Hwajenii nation emerged to the front of the meeting. As the army of two nations parted for him, he looked upon the scoffing Spaniard with stilled eyes resting under his heavily designed armour of intricate beauty and prestige. As the crescent moon symbol stretched from his helmet's forehead into the air with grand dimensions of his position; while his armour sat with many layers and his back mounted the flag of his nation’s artistic emblem. “He will rest in the bowels of the Wbug’nenj Beazte, where he will boil within the bronze statue and cook in scalding steam until he screams for mercy. Then, when he’s burnt to a black scar, we’ll peel him free, behead him, and feed him to our dogs…”, his highness spoke with icy seriousness, as the standing Barbossa stared in disgust of their savagery, along with the brutally subtle shock on the brows of two undead bounty hunters. But, before the outlaws could speak, the dramatic air of silence broke into hearty laughter and playful snickering. Wondering if they sounded like the primitive brutes that Europeans like the Spanish assumed them to be, the Shiej dismounted his steed and welcomed the two Awekians into joining the fun. “So, ye be pullin’ wi leg, ay?”, Bourbon figured they were jesting with them about the torture method. Getting more laughter from them in joyed realization that it worked, the tanned man answered. “No, Vex’jakna, we do plan on Wbug’nenj Beazte…however, it’s not that violent…they usually pass out from being cooked alive long before they could scream”, he stared at the men before he and his army began laughing again.

“Hehehe, well…I have a better idea, your royalty…”, the cowboy announced, as he stepped closer to the man of great control and power, “Kidnapping the princess was a grave act against not only the nation of Chewdakka. But, an act against the nature of the almighty Soliz”. Pointing to the sun hoving above them, he winked at Bourbon to play along in keeping the annoyance-of-a-adviser away from being killed before his destined time. “Ay, mi sure Soliz’d love t’ settle ‘em, har ‘n now…tis?”, looking to the captain with a wicked smile, as the Shiej ordered for his men to hold the prisoner. “What’s say we let nature take care of him, ay?”, Grey proposed to the Awenativian leader, who stood next to the young woman who held the blood of the Chewdakkan royal family.

Eventually convincing them, they chopped down a small piece of lumber and retrieved some rope before tying Barbossa down to it. So he couldn’t move, they wrapped his tightly before casting him down the widened end of the river of rushing water and cloudy fog, into the thick, uninhabited ends of the rainforest. Screaming curses and insults between begs for help, the log swayed and crashed downstream until it was out of distance, dragging Barbossa in and out of the cold water that splashed and chilling wind. As the Awenativians offered the two outlaws a grateful ride back to the tribal grounds. Through the trees and through the hills, they rode in numbers that protected them from in the band of trailing horsemen.

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At the Nation Ground

As the sound of hooves thunderously patted the dirt roads of the ground, the flutes of victory could be heard in the cool distance. As the messenger galloped up blowing the tune of two wood pipes, alerting the triumph of returning the majestic lady, the proud Jadix warriors hauled into town with much praise and glee. As the Shiej of Chewdakka ran to his daughter with tearful breath, following his wife in a hug of their child, “Ow, thank you, Vex’jahka…facing the D’xutsk win, and saved my daughter from the Jenjq…..in that regards, where is the Jenjq?”. Using a Awenativian insult for the thieving outsider, the Chewdakkan ruler wondered where the Spaniard was, “hopefully being eaten by a Anacaona…hehe”, before the Hwajenii men teased about the intense outback getting ahold of him.

“Anyway…ya highness…me and mi brother must go…he have important business to tend to, as quickly as possible…”, the two heard the caw of their bird, high above the forest in a soaring fashion of grace, they began to look to the shore, as a crowd arose around them. With the superiors waving them off, understanding the danger that their hex played on the native communities, the men moved to shoreline, where they witnessed the blinking twinkle of light and appearance of their small vessel. Scorched and tattered, similar to the rotted Dutchman, the destroyed boat floated by the will of the Jest that steered it. Anchoring a few yards from the shoreline, the Jest blowing a deep wind instrument, shaped like the large curling horn of a mountain goat. Barreling out into the bay, the sound caught the attention of the Brothers, assisted by the bonging of a somberly grim bell, which was fetched while the three were in the world between worlds. Further drawing attention to the rather haunting vessel of the Grim Gold Brothers, the two outlaws looked around for James as they strolled up the ramp way to their small ship. Now soaked in the magic that the magician used to rebirth it, Grey noticed his appearance swaying between the dead and the living. “Ye saved mi ship, mate!!”, the pirate exclaimed and took to the wheel, as the suited Jest fed grapes to their monkey.

“Well, we do need to get to the other side of the river. So, why shouldn’t we use this ship?”, his gentlemanly grinned as the air on the ship lurked with the same mysticism as their true depiction. While the mortal natives saw a regular ship, just as she saw the brothers in the flesh of the earthly world, the monks and priest could sense what the mysterious outlaws witnessed. Hanging ropes and shabby sails, the misty fog rolled around the swampy water-soaked floor, as the pirate left to dig through the bowels of the craft for the sweet gold liquor. “I’m fairly disappointed ye didn’t save the second princess…”, the lean Jest muttered against the railing of the ship back, as Grey stood next to him. With the map in hand, the cowboy stared in confusion, “Wha?...we did save th—are ya talkin’ ‘bout that voice in West’s head? …that was his job, not ours…..we were supposed to be on course for the treasure, not rescuing princesses, slingin' with the Royal Navy, and putting mortals in danger…”. Whispering to his employer with steady looks to who could be around them, he was interrupted by the Brit. “Ow, hush hush, laddy…ye as well as anyone should be aware of the detours of the voyage of mystery. Never know where the next destination is, fella; just prepare for it, once we get there…so, let's prepare, ey?”, the Jest pointed to the map, as the browned haired outlaw examined the rising nights sky. Unsure in the journey ahead, unsure when was the last time he saw daylight, he turned to the emerging Bourbon, carrying a barrel of heavily enriched alcohol, thick and smooth. Taking a drink and handing one to the navigating outlaw, the two prepared to sail down the stream and return to their task.

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James stood with pride as he informed the Sheij that his one and only daughter was being rescued by his friends, and expected none the less than to be treated like a hero. But instead of being adorned by beautiful women and their kisses, the Sheij made a sharp wave of his hand and commanded his men to take the outlaw hostage. Immediately a swarm of Natives surrounded him with the tips of their rifles held around his neck, as they proceeded to aggressively force James back towards a smaller hut where he would be held prisoner. With every step James shouted, “Wait this is all a mistake. I’m one of the good guys!” as he resisted even as they took away his weapons. Upon reaching the hut, the Natives threw James to the sandy floor, followed by mocking laughs and a few disreputable slurs. But as James quickly rose to his feet, ready to fight his way out, two of the burly men spoke in a bad American accent, “And in case you get any ideas ofleaving,we will be waiting just outside!” at which point they mimed shooting their rifles into James body, over and over. Once again James shouted, “Well at least tell me what I did?” as the Natives were leaving the hut, one of the guards turned around, spit on the floor, and in his own language shouted back one important word, “CURSED!” But as James was unfamiliar with their dialect, all he heard was muttered nonsense spoken by one very upset Awenativian Warrior. Soon James was left alone with only his thoughts and two trigger happy Natives outside, trying desperately to think of a way out, or better yet a way to warn his partners. Unfortunately the hut was bare and crafted so well, that there was no way of cutting his way out. But with time to spare he listened closely to the conversations outside in the hopes of gaining vital information.

Suddenly a small explosion erupted from within the woods just a few miles away from the camp, followed by a bright golden wave of light that traveled out like rays of the sun, in all directions. Soon the wave of light reached the camp illuminating ever aspect with a glow so bright it was almost blinding, and although it gave off a calming effect, the Awenativians could only assume it meant danger. Immediately the Warriors armed themselves as even the women were picking up blunt objects for protection. In the midst of all the chaos the Sheij stood strong giving orders even calling upon the two guards guarding James to go and investigate. It was then just as they left the hut unguarded James made his move and darted outside, only to see a tribe in utter confusion. Every Native Warrior was running around ready to fight, but unfortunately they were partially blinded from the glow. Only the Sheij and a few of his men, lucky enough to have their backs turned to the wave of light, were able to function at one hundred percent. It was then the Sheij noticed James escaping and with his spear in hand, he charged towards him shouting, “Is any of this your doing?” But as James passionately answered back, “Hell, I don’t even know whatTHIS is!” the Sheij could see the honesty in the outlaw’s eyes, beyond the offensive curse that his partners brought to his land. With a smile of acceptance and a brief consideration of James as a son-in-law, the Sheij tossed the outlaw his weapons back as well as a traditional Awenativian blade and shouted back as best he could, “Then I hope I can trust you to help us with what ever it is.

It was then, just as the Awenativian Warrior’s eye sight was returning, the sounds of a lone individual could be heard rustling closer and closer. Immediately the Natives took aim just in time to see Captain Barbossa running out of the woods with the look of pure fear all over his face. In fact he was so frightened over the haunting images of the crew of the Flying Dutchman, that he was completely unaware of where he was running and whom he was running too. All he could think about was getting as far away from the damned as he could, while shouting in Spanish, “Dear sweet Lord above, save me!” It was then, in the midst of a panic attack, he notice the small army of Awenativian Warriors in front of him with their rifles aimed upon him, that he stumbled a bit in his haste and actually took time to considered which is worse, getting shot by several Natives or going back and deal with the crew of the damned! But by hoping and praying he was far enough away from the dead, he quickly came to the conclusion that being shot was now the bigger issue. With a quick side step, he spun around, but not before taking a few pot shots at some of the closer Warriors. With just three shots from his trusty side arm he managed to kill all three targets, and still have time to dart back to the safety of the dense forest for protection. Unfortunately in his hast, he failed to notice that as he was running away, he was running right back into the path of the Grimm Gold Brothers, who at the time, were more than ready to capture him, and dispense a little bit of Outlaw justice upon him.

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Sill being half scared out of his own mind, and in a full state of panic, the Captain was easy prey to be captured by the Grimm Gold Brothers and with relative ease they lead him back towards the Awenativian camp, at the end of a gun. But as soon as they stepped into the light, James enthusiastically ran forth to greet them. But just as he ran forward with a grin on his face, a leading tribal warrior blocked his path and nearly knocked him off his feet. Then with a face colder than even Grey’s he stood proudly before the Outlaws and declared, “We are the great Jadixes of......“ But one never to be out done, Grey immediately interrupted him and with an unimpressed tone answered back, “We know sure’well who ya are, pal…” It was then the Sheij’s daughter spoke up telling the tribe of the Outlaws heroic actions and the cowardly acts of the Spaniard, all while dispersing as best she could all fears of a curse. But as soon as her lips spoke of her contempt towards the Captain, the leading Warrior interrupted her, and with his eyes locked directly upon Grey’s he ordered, “Fine, hand over the thief, Vex’jakna…he shall be punished for his acts against the nation…” By now all eyes were locked on the Outlaws, including James who was slowly rising to his feet, but not wanting to start any trouble Bourbon broke the tension by offering the mans life up for grabs and stated , "Ay, ay, alright…up, up, fella…our journey end be har, matey…” With a nod to his men, the lone warrior signaled his men and with brute and aggressive force they dragged Barbossa away to the cheers of all around. But with a curious nature Grey found it almost necessary to ask “WAIT, what ‘punishment’ do ya have in store for him, if I may?

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Suddenly all went silent as the Sheij slowly made his way through the crowd to approach the Outlaws. Now seeing them both in their human form, as well as the safety of his own daughter, he gave them a quick look saying all is forgiven in the cursed department, provided you leave and never return. But in response to the man’s question, he smiled back with his wrinkled face and answered, “He will rest in the ding steam until he screams for mercy. Then, when he’s burnt to a black scar, we’ll peel him free, bowels of the Wbug’nenj Beazte, where he will boil within the bronze statue and cook in scalbehead him, and feed him to our dogs…”, But, before the outlaws could speak, the dramatic air of silence broke into hearty laughter and playful snickering as a huge bronze bull,the size of a small hut, was slowly rolled out and placed just above an unlit fire pit. Again the crowd roared in unison, “Wbug’nenj Beazte, Wbug’nenj Beazte” as the tribal warriors danced around it with their torches set a blaze, ready to light the fire. Immediately James joined in with the cheering and even took a front row seat to the execution, eager to watch the man boil alive, and fed to the dogs. In fact he was so overwhelmed with joy he fired a few shots in the air to rally the cause. It was then the Sheij dismounted his steed and welcomed the two Outlaws into joining the fun, this time ever so quietly laughing under his breath, with the little joke he was playing on his guests, at which time Bourbon recognized the expression and asked, “So, ye be pullin’ wi leg, ay?” Unable to contain his laughter anymore, the Sheij spoke back between chuckles,answering. “No, Vex’jakna, we do plan on Wbug’nenj Beazte…however, it’s not that violent…they usually pass out from being cooked alive long before they could scream!

Despite the levity in his voice, James was still eager to watch the Captain die a horrible death, that is why he was caught off guard when Grey spoke up with an alternative plan. Speaking out of turn Grey addressed the Sheij and in his own particular style replied, “Hehehe, well…I have a better idea, your royalty…” Once again all eyes were locked on Grey specifically the Sheij who awaited his words including James who was praying he had a more sadistic plan in mind. But instead Grey simply began with, “Kidnapping the princess was a grave act against not only the nation of Chewdakka. But, an act against the nature of the almighty Soliz”as he pointed to the sun hovering above them, like a God! It was then as all the Natives were looking upwards, Grey casually winked at James and Bourbon to play along, just to keep the frustrating Captain away from being killed before his destined time. Reluctantly James nodded back in agreement, trusting in his partners and the larger picture, but he still hoped that the alternative plan would be agonizing. With anticipation in the air Grey finally broke the silence by suggesting, “What’s say we let nature take care of him, ay?” after which he explained that a more suitable death, as well as pleasing to the God’s, would be to tie the man down to a log and set a drift on the tide. Immediately James shouted a loud, “Hell, I got the rope” as he waved his lasso in the air, hoping the rest would join in his enthusiasm, “and I’m sure one the folks around here could produce a log!” Soon the tribe was in agreement and together they holster Barbossa up high only to slam his body upon a thick log. Then they tied him down tightly to the point the ropes were digging into his flesh. But just before they tossed his worthless butt into the river, James stood over the Captain for some last second revenge. With a pleased look on his face James smiled down upon him only to rip his golden left hand from off his arm and proceed to slam it blade first into his right leg. Now feeling vindicated in his actions James elegantly remarked “Pleasant journeys, Mi Capitan!” just before the man was set a drift to his final resting place.

Along the shore the Natives and Outlaws waited together until the last images of Barbossa faded away over the horizon, followed by the last of his accursed screams. Now with no reason to stay behind, Grey made it clear it was time to leave, before either facing more charges for being cursed or forced to marry the Sheij’s daughter, as he ever so elegantly put it, “Anyway…ya highness…me and mi brother must go…he have important business to tend to, as quickly as possible…” Immediately the Brothers looked out to their vessel where Mr. Jest was ready and waiting behind the wheel, steering in closer for the Outlaws to board. Together they boarded the boat, only after looking for James who was still looking out to the sea dreaming of a violent death for Barbossa. But once he recognized his partners were ready to seek out Draco’s treasure, he promptly boarded beside them, ready to go! Unfortunately as James stepped upon the deck, through the corner of his eye, he caught a quick glimpse of the vessel in a haunted frail version of it’s former self. Unaware that the mystic British man was fully aware James now had a clear understanding of the other realm, they both felt it better to deny it’s existent until it was a better time to deal with it. Therefore, as he boarded the vessel he simply saluted Mr. Jest and mumbled, “Permission to come aboard?” as he made it a point to avoid eye contact. As for Bourbon, a drunken rush of love over came him, as he relished over his boat and exclaimed for all to hear, “Ye saved mi ship, mate!!” at which point he took the wheel with pride. As for Mr. Jest, he took his joy in the knowledge he was aiding in his men’s mission, and simply replied back, “Well, we do need to get to the other side of the river. So, why shouldn’t we use this ship?

Soon the ship was set to sail, heading down the river upon still waters and a strong breeze. Despite the fact James knew the ship was held together by Mr. Jests magic, he could not help but take in the wonders of how clean and well built it felt. The deck had been freshly swabbed, as the sails were held together tight. Above them rested a high flying pirate flag, just above the one Bourbon hoisted up with the cursed artifact that tied them all together. But what impressed James the most was the fresh smell of roses that surrounded them, very much like the one on Mr Jest’s lapel, even despite the fact a bird, a monkey and dog were riding along with them. Suddenly James noticed a small object floating atop the water just off the port side, and with hook in hand he tried to snare it. But upon closer inspection, it was clear to all it was the log Barbossa had been strapped to. Unfortunately the log was barren except for a few traces of blood from where James stabbed him and a few traces of rope caught under the wood. “Damn it!” James shouted, “That damn Spaniard got a way again!” In anger he threw the hook into the water as a sign of what he would do to Barbossa, but after a few seconds to calm down he turned back to Mr. Jest and asked, “So just when is that Spanish horse dropping suppose to die?” But doing his best not to give to much away, Mr. Jest felt it best to change the topic and instead suggested, “a better question is why don’t you and Mr Rumgold check out the cargo below? I believe we have some fresh kegs of rumdown thereready to be enjoyed.

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Immediately the two raced down to the lower deck nearly tripping over one another. But upon seeing the sights of barrels stacked upon barrels of the sweet elixir, James proceeded to drink and toast the night away with his dearest inebriated friend. However had he known just one deck up, Grey and Mr. Jest were discussing his future with the Ghost princess, it would’ve immediately killed the mood. Instead he drank along side Bourbon sharing tales of women and avoiding the law, until finally somebody reminded them of their mission. With a hearty “YoHo Ho!” James proudly patted Bourbon on the back and headed up topside, with Bourbon carrying a barrel of heavily enriched alcohol that was both thick and smooth. After a brief and unanticipated belch, James staggered across the deck trying to remain his composure, and shouting , “Wheresssss to Captain?” after which he chuckled over his slurred speech. But before he received an answer, the soft alluring sounds of a hum, echoed around the ship. Doubting his own senses James turned to his partners asking, “Does anyone else hear that?” as he promenaded around in search of the source. But as the sound seemed to resonate from under Grey’s coat, James had to ask in all sincerity, “Grey, Is that sound coming from the map?

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Setting off from the tribal forest nation, the ship of outlaws pulled out onto the open river between lush trees and calls of nature. As Jest and Grey leaned along the front railing, as a company of hired Awenativians utilizing their countless centuries of seafaring knowledge and starful navigation, Bourbon steered the ship as James followed the Brit’s request in the bowels of the grim craft. As their flag displayed their cursed symbol of Grimm Gold, the captaining buccaneer stood in conversation with a native in garbs of commonly fine fabrics for a sailor. Holding out his hands like they were reaching high for the heavens, constructing a viewing base with his fingers, the red-clay skinned lad stared upon the horizon of the river, adjudicating the landscape of hills and forest-covered mountains for a clear path. Speaking to the Awekian pirate about the best traveled direction to Dragoon, Grey spoke to their employer, “…so, what are we doin’ with the treasure, once we find it?”. Wonder with the slightest of his already swamped mind, the smoky-eyed bandit figured the Jest had something in store for whatever they would find.

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“Hm? Well, if’t be ye must inquire, so heartfully…twas planning to pay ye laddies for yer troubles. Then, with the treasure, it’d be shipped out for all of the world to study and grow from…..”, he smiled before taking a deep stare at the natural world around him. Looking at one of the long curly haired natives carrying a crate below the deck, Olli smiled at the thought of the cultural history, “…image the magnificence of all that was taken to the bottom of that volcano…years and years of trinkets, gracefully manufactured by the ostentatiously constructive culture of this otherworldly island…….thousands of years of ocean travelling and national collections of scientific understanding…tis world could learn from these people, as we do, presently…”, he passionately basked in the sun with love for his homeland. “I already have arrangements with a few museum owners for a meeting over th—“, his words were cut off by the immediately rash thought of the cowboy, “…ya scheduled a buyers, knowing we haven’t found the loot…what if there’s nothing there?“. “Refrain from filling ye wee little head with pessimism, mi lad…”, the passively polite gentleman waited until the outlaw was finished objecting before resuming with a continuation of his words, “Now, I’ve recently spoken with Mr. Barbaros and his colleagues in St. Jestor City, along with the Alexandrean museum, to which mi acquaintances are robust. Tis be but a terribly unblemished understandings…..for the betterment of our country, Awekia shall flourish…and twill be at the beauty of that treasure”. With an optimistic grin dawning across his slender face, from high cheekbone to high cheekbone, Olli’s sunken face spoke more about the his plans with the treasure, as Grey listened with a dabbing bandana wiping sweat and moisture from his humidly hot forehead.

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While the ship swayed and rocked upon the thick forest off long mountainous rainforest, oozing warm mist from the jungles, the orange sun blinked behind purple clouds that lined along the horizon, noting the stretch into the high heavens. While the mobile deck ran with working sailors and crewmen, a few men playing lutes and flutes, as well as the animals that joined along, the mystic craft moved with great command and grace, as willed by the magician that employed it. As the trip drew further through branches full of lemurs and birds of the most colourful, hugging the streaming river of water that they coasted across, Bourbon loosened his grip on the wheel when he witnessed the tall pyramid stretching up from the forest roof. “Sir Jest, look!”, one of the young native men of olive complexion stated with a smile across his face. With a long sleeve shirt hanging open for a chest gasping for fresh air, the lad held the position on the edge of the railing. “By god, mi boy…what ah sight we be upon…”, the pirate stated, as he cupped his eyes to get a clear glance as the temple tomb of isolated stone and rock. Stacked with the stepping architecture of pre-colony, medieval Awenativians culture, its remains was a true beauty. “Awenaza pfye’poweds, ey?”, the cowboy smirked and stepped around the American, bringing up the barrels of liquor. Hanging a cigarillo from his straightened lips, Grey stood between the workers, with poise in his eyes as James brought attention to the ringing in his pocket. “ye think thar be booty upon th’ yonder?”, the swashbuckler stated with a jeering lust for gold, as the enlightened Jest slipped the map from the jean pockets of the outlaw.

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Holding it with his long fingers of tidiness and class, he unfolded the directions while the two outlaws drew near. With a discussion over where exactly they were, the three Awekian men watched as the markings pointed to the pyramid being in the right region as the treasure. Immediately jumping to action, they bayed the ship and readied their dock, as Olli took in a deep breath of pride in the sight of his history. “What magnificence ye are, mi sweet…”, he muttered to his country, as the forest whistled out from the deep green tint of vegetation that stood like grounded clouds of nutrition and fruit. Pour moisture like milk and honey, the sand lied as yellow as the heat from mount Dragoon in the far distance. As the smoke of the volcano struck a mystery in the background, the men stepped to the wet shore with lit torches and glistening eyes. “Brother…th’ gallows?”, Bourbon lowly gasped with full eyes placed on the long starved skeleton trapped within a hanging gibbet cage of rust and dried blood. Picked clean by the scavengers of the forest, it was enough of a sight to draw the weapons of the two gunslinging outlaws. As Grey walked into the forest, following the danger that lied behind the hanging remains of torture, his brother gulped a dry breath before joining the natives in the trek to the temple.

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Standing taller than the skyscraping trees, the pyramid was constructed from earthy stone and rock. Now covered in ivy, thick entangling roots, and fungi, the ruins were still so very grand and beautiful. Holding the presence of crumbled statues marble and earth, displaying the armoured warriors and figures who would have guarded it long ago, the temple now rested with the memories of an Awenativian day of gold and silk that basked upon the pages of the ancients. Lit by the night, forest critters was all that called this ground of broken road and courtyard home, as shrubs and undergrowth returned the admirable attempts of man back to nature.

With numerous windows along the walls of the humongous stepping pyramid, revealing darkness inside, vines and branches stretched out and about for all to know the presence of the world. Ironically holding up the body of these statues, the men marched through thick pathways of once well-developed road routes. As the Jest held the map for Grey to see, Bourbon and two natives sliced at the trees with the swords that they had on them. While the night knocked at their necks with calling chills of the temperature, the Awenativian men read the writing carved into the surface of the standing pillars and lying slabs of structures that stood upon a time lost to uncertainty. Speaking in their tongue of breathy vowels, rolling swings of swift parts, and thorough words, the men pieced together what they could. “So…they believe that this may be a forgotten temple of the InQuan nation…”, Grey listened with understanding ears to his heritage. Looking up to see the moon overhead, he took a drag of his smoke. “…where Soliz once met with the moon goddess, Lunana—they sent word to man…”, he grasped at bits and pieces before halting at the sound of a growl.

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“Brother? What be amist?”, Bourbon immediately looked around before shutting his mouth upon a ‘ssshh’ from the survivalist. “Ya hear that?”, the cowboy muttered as the native stopped at the call of the second growl. Deep and echoing, cawing through the air with bayed aggression and instincts, it dragged the brothers’ attention to the branches in the trees. “Wha!”, the pirate gasped in shock as the group looked up at a Jagluar. Ferocious but calm, the native big cat of the Awekian rainforest lied upon the higher plane in all of its amazing glory. With a black coat of fur, accented by a purple under glow of faint spots that marked its distant relation to the South American Juguar, the beast held an open mouth of scarring fangs. Piercing a predatory glare with its shiny green eyes, the tiger-sized cat bared muscles apex ability, as he warned the humans who so blindly wandered into his territory. “…hold…hold!”, Grey announced, before looked behind himself, cautiously stilled, in knowledge of the situation. “Jagluars live in pairs…so, be weary. His shela is around here, lads…”, the cowboy turned around to see a twinkling light from beyond the leaves. Up in the trees on the opposite side of them, the female cat’s eyes glowed green from behind the green leaves that hid her, as she lied on her own branch, eying them in reaction to her partner’s act. “If he leave them be, they may not attack…”, one of the olive lads stated, knowing the docile beast was more afraid of their larger numbers and advantages. Moving slowly down the path, the brothers stood on watch, as the mortal men escaped along the way in safety. “Okay matey…wi mean ye no harm…”, Bourbon stated as he watched the male, closely along the position of his partner watching the female. “Ay, no harm at all, lassy…”, the smoky-eyed bandit lowered his weapon and held his gun up high in a barrier, as the two backed forwards on the path.

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#74 Posted by JamesWest007 (373 posts) - - Show Bio

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In a drunken haze James climbed from the lower deck, stumbling back and forth, as he tried to maintain his balance. His shirt sleeve soaked in rum from where he wipe the sweet elixir from his mouth, and his breath was strong enough to kill a horse. But as he made his way up top side, his ears heard the sound of a faint humming that seemed to resonate from inside his friends coat pocket. Unsure if it was real or an effect of the rum, in all sincerity he had to ask “Grey, Is that sound coming from the map?” But instead of receiving an answer he could understand, Grey smirked back and replied, “ye think thar be booty upon th’ yonder?” Still three sheets to the wind, James was just about to answer back with what he thought was a clever quip, when he once again stumbled to the point he almost fell flat on his face. With a brief glimpse of clarity he quickly realized he was in no shape to help his partners and instead mumbled the words, “well just let me know..” he belched again, “...when we get there!” In a zig zag pattern he made his way to the railing where he looked outwards allowing the wind to blow against his face in a soothing manner. But with a greenish tone soon covering his face and a low rumbling in his belly, he leaned over the side just in time to release a spew of vomit that was both loud and smelly, and was so bad the rest of the crew made it a point to keep their distance.

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It was then a young Awenativian, no more than twelve years old,made his way towards him with a wishful look of pride in his eyes and repeated what seemed a prepared statement. “I am Bu’Jea, a great and powerful member of the Jadixes and I have been assigned your ‘Kenjaro’ or as you may put it...servant.” In no mood to talk, all James could think to say was, “I don’t care who or what you are, but if you want to help, fetch me a hot cup of coffee, FAST!” Eager to please, Bu’Jea sprinted away only to come back with a heavy head and replied, “Um, I do not wish you anyill will, but I don’t knowwhat ‘Coffee’ is.” Immediately and with spite, James yelled, “THEN JUST GET ME SOMEFREAKING WATER!” But despite the venom in his tone, the young native hurried away proud to serve the man he was honor bound to serve and protect, and quickly came back with a fresh canteen full of water. After a few refreshing sips and just enough to gargle his mouth, James’ wits slowly began to return, along with a heavy throbbing headache. Now in a more pleasurable mood, James used his handkerchief to wipe away the remaining vomit just in time to offer his hand in thanks. But as he turned around to thank the lad, he couldn’t help noticing the native was nothing more than a boy pretending to be a man. Unable to think of anything else, he lowered his head to the young Awenativian’s eye line and ask “Just how old are you kid?” followed by “This is no place for a child.” Immediately the boy threw his chest out as he rallied his bow in the air and replied back, “I am twelve, and in our tribe when a boy turns the age of twelve he is welcomed into the tribe as a man.” His eyes then dart away with uncertainty as he finished his sentence, “and once I prove my worthiness as yourKenjaro, I canstand next to the others whom have brave there path!

Still weak in the knees, James looked over the boy, unsure of what to say. For despite the dangerous life style he lives, he saw something in the lad that reminded him of himself. With a tip of his hat James tossed the lad a wink and said, “I’ll tell you what kid.....” at which point the lad interrupted, “Jadixe!” Again James nodded in agreement, “Okay,Jadixe! I’ll letyou hang out but if it gets dangerous you take cover!” only to watch the kid fidget with the pride of a man, but because he cared so much for the kids health he insisted, “and as my Kenjaro you are honor bound to obey me, so againif it gets dangerousyou take cover!” Surprisingly the boy responded back in agreement, repeating an Awenativian war cry in his own language followed by a representation of honor by presenting James a necklace with an animals tooth tied to it, that was passed down from his father, from his father before and his father before. Immediately James was over come with awe, as he excepted the trinket and began fumbling through his pockets for a gift in return. It was then he removed an old leather bracelet, with the name Trixie carved on it, from around his wrist and said with a smile on his face, “Oh,I once met a working girl back in Tumbleweed Grove that could bend her legs and.....” He then remembered whom he was talking to and quickly changed the tone of his voice. “Let’s just say a lady I know gave me this as a sign of friendship.” after which he strapped it around the boys skinny wrists and rustled up his hair in a playful mood. For the next few hours he took it upon himself to teach the boy how to shoot a colt, by tossing empty rum bottles out to sea, and showing him how to hold a gun properly. As he did all his worries of pursuing Draco’s treasure simply washed away and for the first time since he started this quest, he felt happy in his heart again.

By Grey’s lead, the ship finally set shore along another small island, covered with a thick jungle, and an ancient temple in the middle so high up in the clouds that not even the highest tree could throw shade on it. The sight alone was so overwhelming that for once Mr. Jest’s emotions shined through, and he had to comment on the sight of his history “What magnificence ye are, mi sweet…” As for the Grimm Gold Brothers, they were happier to find themselves one step closer to the treasure, despite the sight of an active volcano rumbling in the distance. One by one the crew exited the boat, carrying the necessary tools and equipment for the expedition on their backs. As for the Outlaws and Mr. Jest, they lead the party forward, across the sandy shore and into the jungle, but with every stride the Native crew whispered in their own language of the curse surrounding the land of the InQuan nation, and how none ever return. Along the trail, James made it a point to get a word in with his partners, and as he walked along side Bourbon he ask “So when we finally do find the treasure, how much of the take does the crew get?” But before the Ex-pirate could answer, Bu’Jea ran along side James eager to learn more. Unfortunately, as the men had spent so much time talking amongst themselves, they failed to notice they were walking into a standing graveyard of the men, foolish enough to seek the temple, and as Bourbon was the first to see it, he shouted back for all to hear, specifically Grey, “Brother…th’ gallows?

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Now in a small clearing, the crew found themselves surrounded by thirty some hanging gibbet cages, dangling from the few remaining trees. Some were old, covered with years of rust and bleached bones while other seem fresh, with the corpse still rotting inside. But no matter where a man looked the swinging corpse hung as a precursor of death, as all the bodies looked like they died in an agonizing way. Unfortunately, the sight was so horrific for a young boy, that Bu’Jea immediately panicked. Following his basic impulse to run, he ran away screaming a yell of fear as he soon disappeared back into the dense jungle, and before anyone knew it he was gone. Immediately, James took after him only to be stopped dead in his tracks by four burley crew members holding him back. With the kids screaming getting further away, James lashed out at the men, striking one in the face and breaking his nose, and the other in the gut dropping him to a knee. But before he was able to get passed them, Bu’Jea screams of panic ceased and instead he let loose with a death cry that swept over the crew, then stop both cruelly and abruptly. After a brief moment of silence for the departed, James angrily shouted at the crew, “Why the Hell did you stop me? I could have saved him!” To which one of the men answered, “Because if we had let you go after him, you would both be dead! For no one walks through the InQuan’s jungle alone and survives.” They then look with fear in their eyes and finish, “It is amazing we have made it this far!” Enraged, James quickly grabbed one of the men and slammed him against the nearest tree, then with the eyes of a cobra he looks directly at him and says, “You listen here. When we get back to your people you tell them that Bu’Jea died a warriors death. Do you hear me a WARRIORS DEATH!

For the next few hours, as the men marched through thick pathways of once well-developed road routes, James was emotionally dead inside. His head hung low as his shoulders slumped. If it was not for an occasional grunt, he didn’t make a sound at all. All he did was fidget with the necklace Bu’Jea gave him spinning it around and rubbing it between his fingers. Even as they drew closer to the treasure, and Grey remarked, “So…they believe that this may be a forgotten temple of the InQuan nation…”, James merely walked forward much like a zombie. It was then everything changed as a loud aggressive growl echoed out from the jungle, with the implication it was coming closer. With everyone else in a state of silence, Bourbon was the first to ask his partner, “Brother? What be amist?” To which Grey could only respond back with a quick ssshhand “Ya hear that?” Immediately the men looked around, as far as the limits of their torches could reach, and were shocked again at the sounds of another growl even closer. Suddenly Bourbon gasped in shock as the group looked up at a Jagluara top a tree marking it’s territory.But always on top of things Grey warned the crew they were not alone, and with a soft but audible whisper he said, “…hold…hold! Jagluars live in pairs…so, be weary. His shela is aroundhere, lads…” As predicted up in the trees on the opposite side of them, the Jagluar’s mate eyes, peered out from behind a thicket joining her mate in the hunt. Together they eyed the men, baring their teeth and digging their claws deep into the branches that supported them. But determined not to show fear, Grey wisely informed his men, “If he leave them be, they may not attack…”, as they slowly walked by them with caution.

One by one the men walked by with Grey and Bourbon guarding them, with their guns aimed and ready, looking back at the Jaglaur’s looking back at them. Neither one of them showing any sign of fear. As for the crew, the majority passed by in peace, where as a few managed to make it by, covered in layers of sweat. As for James he braved the path in anger speculating if it was one of the beasts that killed Bu’Jea. But with every man that walked past, the animals held their ground taunting them back with an ever increasing and threatening growl, that overshadowed all other sounds in the jungle. It was then by chance James happened to make eye contact with the male Jaglaur, sparking a whole new level of emotions. For as James looked at it, the beast looked back as if it recognized him. For somewhere in the twinkling of its eye a spark of humanity shined back, giving off a feeling of acknowledgment and acceptance. By instinct James reached for his gun, keeping his hand ready to draw at a seconds notice, while he slowly approached the animal for clarity. But as he took his first step, the female Jaglaur roared out loud, enticing the male to claw it’s arm through the air.

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At that moment, James spotted around the beast right arm, the same leather bracelet he gave to Bu’Jea earlier. Shaken to the core with confusion, James turned to his partners saying, “Guys you’re not going to believe this, but that animal is wearing the exact gift I gave Bu’Jea.” Then after a second to grasp his mind around the perplexity of the situation, he continues, “It just doesn’t make sense!” But before anyone could respond, the female Jagluar growled again inciting the male to attack. In one massive leap, the beast lunged forward with it’s claws extended ready to kill. But as the animal was leaping forward into a crowd of armed men, a barrage of bullets from every gun, riddled it until the beast lay dead on the ground in a puddle of its own blood. But what happened next was a sight that haunted mens dreams, as the beast body began twisting and contorting, beginning with it’s fur fading away. Within seconds all signs of an animal were gone and there lying before them was the naked body of Bu’Jea, dead to the world covered head to toe with bullet holes. Grasping for answers, James turned to the wisest man in the bunch, and with lighting fast reflexes drew his gun and aimed it directly between Jest’s eyes. Determined to get answers he shouted, “Okay smart guy, What the Hell just happened?” But as all eyes were locked on James and his gun, the female Jagluar quietly made its way back into the jungle unobserved, waiting and planning when to strike again!

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“…simply put…..ye murdered the wee laddy, in cold blood. As if he was a bloody beast……”, the brunette Jest parted his lips with a nonchalant tone. As if he wasn’t affected by the death, like he’ve seen eons worth of similar scenes, the tall and slender man of high-class stared into the tiger-eyed barrel with twinkling pupils of assured fate, taking deep breaths of the gun that had surely fired many times before with such accuracy. The Jest blamed the mysticism on the faulty sanity of the mortal American, who've dealt with so much mental strain, already. “…like a poor, poor, bloody ill hound, ye killed th’ boy…..but, that’s what paranoia would do to ye…but, no worry, fella, we'll ignore ye wee little stink with psychotic bit...ay?”, he slyly winked his right eye before stepping back into the dark shadow of the nightfall that drenched the forest in murky blackness. Disappearing to the sights of anyone, the two brothers continued looking for the big cats, as they heard the coupling predators escaping in a fleeing attempted to get away from the shots. “…t’is be but a reminder of how weak one becomes under the stress of utter loneliness…isolation in the world of the wild.”, Olli instantly stepped out from the opposite end of the group, as if he was already there before vanishing, and leaned to the grassy bed of crimson remains of a body. Drawing chilly, the body held the attention of the kneeling circle of Awenativian men, in their traditional clothing of tied robes and trouser-like pants.

Led by the arm-and-cross gesturing cowboy, praying to his Giestic god, the native men proceeded to mourn the unfortunate lad. “…the inability to survive the forces of nature was the only wrong hear…a child, who shouldn’t have been here, before his ceremonial journey of Akjonqui, to find himself in these very trees...foolishly believed in Kenjaro, 'warrior's way'...death! He proved what has always been so. The natural world wins. Now, twill be but a stock reminder…a folkloric forewarning to like lads and lasses as to not to rush into adulthood before one's time…”, the macabre voice of the commanding Brit spoke of the mediocre future of these cases, as unfortunate as they may be, as the two brothers joined the Awenativian men in the mourning. Pulling a small flute from his satchel, one of the gentlemen, dressed in robed cloths and designed clothing, began a whistling tune to pay respect to the souls lost to nature and the uncaring world of monsters and men. “Now, we sing…”, Olli narrated the scene of men conducting a funeral for the poor boy, as two of the men whistled in a overture manner, creating a sound of two faint whistles with their voices, they held a religious ritual of passing over. Virgo, goddess of nature and wilderness, lead daughter of the union between Soliz and Terana, forgive us for our lack of understanding…one as fallen to your world.”, Grey translated in English, as the men whistled in tunes and tones of trancing tranquility, “…call to Scorpio of the netherworld, cold and grey…”. Bringing halted shivers to the necks of men who feared the frightful presence of the godly reaper of souls, the howling calls of nature gave them their answer. “…please see fit for her heart to be eased and well slumbered, as only you, her sister, could do…and help her guide him onto the plains of nether, to rest with the gods…”, the Jest spoke to the Awenativian death goddess, calling her forth, along with her reaping son, to lead the lad through the tunneling forces of darkness, “may Vega bestow the lit lantern of Soliz upon the child, warming him from the henchmen of cold and darkness that th’ black spirit Dopknicc will bring onto all…”. While moist winds brought rain down onto them, warm to the touch, the magician lit whatever old pieces of useless paper he had, brushing up mighty flames of gold light around the lad, Bourbon held his hat to his chest as gentlemen poured down tears for the boy.

Staring up at the clear blue moon of Lunana, they heard the ferocious howls of wolves, rapid knocks of monkeys and aces, as well as the harmonic caws of birds. Along with the growls of the two Jagluaras that ran to their home, the crew was assured in their beliefs, as the gods’ domains played like a symphony. As the men hummed and whistled into a somber slow stop, Olli heard the bell of their ship ring with authority. Omanis and unknowing surprising, the men stood and looked to the trees. Standing in a fog of silence, Olli broke the tension that the men took as from the chilling breeze sweeping up their mortal backs. A cold frost, poured on by their beliefs in their faiths, ushered them into a morbid state of thought, as the Jest’s far universal understanding filled the graveyard of trees with his hollow tone. “…may God forever bestow love upon thee…”, he symbolized a cross before his upper body before gently tossing a few olive leaves over his body, from the lush forest around them. Not lingering for too long, will a hidden lessening of regard for these situation, urged on by his very human sense of desensitization, the mystic magician of morbidness smiled at the two men who approached with a small crate carrying his camera. Dressed in the fine clothing of the upperclassmen from the southern end of the country, the olive men were of the fruitful Tizoc nation, in the heart of mainland Awekia, which modernized long, long ago.

“Ow, splendid…ye lovely gentlemen managed to obtain mi Nightingale, the aristocratic Brit quickly smiled at the arrival of his specially gifted camera. As a present from a colleague in Los Haven, the small photography tool, which appeared much similar to the first Kodak camera, the Nightingale was unique in its ability to take photos at night. “…I’ll leave ye fellas to ye’re precious time of sentiments…”, the slim figure smirked into a low mutter, stepping away from the worldly scene of grief, he looked to his two employees, “…um, Mr. Silver, RumGold, may we have a garner of ye time?”. Catching the eyes of the two undead men, Bourbon stood and picked up his sword, before stepping away from the body. Followed by his partner in crime, the two brothers were led into the darkness of the trees, as the crew continued placing whatever leaves and fruit around and over the poor boy, burying him in nature, as to return him to the original world absent of civilization.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of the rainforest, the two bandits listened to the drops of rain and moisture from the leaves, as their boss was assisting two Awenativian men in assembling the camera. Furthered by great ingenuity, Olli jeered as he held the device in the palm of his hand. “…mi taste it laddies…we’re on the cusp of a dawning of discovery. Just beyond these trees lie Draco’s treasure, he smiled before testing the camera on the macabre display of starvation of torture that sat within the cages that hung from the trees. With one of the men holding an umbrella over the equipment, Olli snapped a picture as Bourbon got to the point. “So, what is th’ meanin’ o’ t’is mini gathering, matey?”, the pirate stated, before Jest spoke, “I’ve contacted Barbaros, and he’s sending a ship to assure the safety of the treasure…”. “…again, what if thar isn’t any treasure, Jest?...than what?”, Grey bluntly retorted, with a stilled stance. “Ow, calm yeself, laddy…look at the amazement of all that we’ve witnessed, on this journey…..treasure or not, Awekia will benefit from our studies…at most, revolutionary archeological finding, at least, a great Jungler tale for our memoir and a deeper look into the lovely history of the Awenativian past…be more optimistic, mi boys…..ye’re depressing mi…”, Olli spoke before seeing a few of the mourning crewmen stepping forward. “Ayy, so ye fellas are ready to continue?”. Walking with assured motion, the men walked towards the temple grounds.

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As the crew walked under wrecked arches, crumbling pillars, and thick trees, they took photos. As flashes struck the air with clear images of the surroundings of rich greens and stone greys, Bourbon now held the map up to the sky, taking a deep glimpse at the sky. “look at this…the architecture, the symmetries, doming arches that stand so gracefully…..if it wasn’t for the obvious forces of nature, flourishing up from underneath it, they could still be standing. Built to line up perfectly with the stars above, lay lines, if ye may, the mathematic ability of the constructors had the golden ratio in mind when they planned these…..it's amazing…utterly beautiful”, the wealthy historian held his hand as if it was a picture frame, while speaking to the Awenativian men, as if they were not aware of the accurate construction abilities of their ancestors.

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As the two brothers stepped up a set of cold steps, until they landed at the powdered top of the short walk, “someone hand me a light!”, Grey yelled while staring into the darkness. Grabbing the torch from the hands of another young lad, he moved down into the hole under the front steps of the pyramid. Illuminating the hall with the bright torch, dawning red flickers across the engraved walls, he smiled as he looked to two men who stood over the opening. Filled with wonder and thought, as their bodies lingered in the crescent of light, “…fetch Jest for me, ay…”, the room was empty of items of value or importance, besides ancient clay jars and vaas. But, as the boys ran to find the Jest, the cowboy walked down the hall and found a beauty at the end. “Oh my god?”, Olli murmured under his breath, as he rested his eyes on a huge carving in the surface of the hall. Sculpted images of the gods, the long hall bared the scene of the twelve zodiac, in all of their godly glory, partaking in a feast of nature and cosmic bliss, surrounded by stars, the rainforest, pets, beast, and domesticated animals, as a door stood mysteriously at the far end. With the pirate soon joining them, seeing the traditional art of the ancient, almost resembling Indian and southeastern Asian with evenly symmetrical body structuring, the gods sat in elegant positions, hands delicately bend and curled, wavy hair upon their heads, beautifully wide eyes and soft faces. While the divinity of the wall sat in frontal positions, the mortals stood, walked, and danced in side views, similar to Egyptian and Minoan artwork. Along with one or two of the crewmen, Grey eased through and lit the rooms on the other side.

A chamber of circular proportions, the brick floor echoed with each footstep of their hardened shoe soles, walls covered in the same engraved tapestry artwork as the halls, as water dripped from the exposed roof and growing rain. Olli took pictures of everything, as the two brothers glared up at the ceiling. Bare white with limestone, it depicted the godly lotus bed of the great Soliz. Joined by his two wives, Lunana, the spirit of the moon, and Terana, the spirit of the earth, the likes of dragons and grand fish could be seen swimming through the rays of the all-mighty. “Whoa…..holy goodness…”, one of the men gasped, as one of the more religious lads dropped to his knees, and began praying, Grey stood beside his employer, “…I can feel ya burning with excitement, sir”. “How could I not, my good man…this…..this temple in forever stamped in time, standing much like the Sphinx in Egypt, the pyramids of America, Stonehenge, or the Great Wall…..we are standing in the middle of history, he smiled before taking a photo of the roof, “…walking across the pages. They’ll write books, articles, journals about these good men…’the men who discovered the InQuan tomb of Soliz’…..or something like that…”. In part away from the rest of the crew, far enough for them to be unheard, the approaching Bourbon replied to the headline, “…too bad our names won’t be revered for all, as these fellas will”, he then took a deep swig of his drink.

“Yea…countless adventures…and we always have to let the mortals take the glory…”, Grey agreed with his brother. “…at least we are paid in booty…arh haha!”, the pirate thought of their income from their endless treasure hunts, before his partner immediately squandered the positive thought, “a wealth that we could never enjoy…..”. “Makes ye wonder what we do it all for…”, the two men mindfully thought to their cursed state taking away any idea of long-term pleasure, and even a mighty bit of short-term pleasure, the thought to the eternity of wandering around after treasure that they could never enjoy, or reek the joys of being the ones who found them. Instead, their moniker must be one of infamy, striking alarm of their hexed position into the caution of those who partake in the same underbelly as them. “Mi thought the assurance of ye families’ safety was enough of a motivation…”, their employer spoke of their reasoning for going through with the deal that created the Grim Gold, “…a lost past that could never be found. Accumulating to a family, one would not heartfully dare to witness in such a state…wives who will live out their lives believing their men died ow’so long ago, of noble cause. Children who will think of their absent fathers as war heroes, instead of the outlaws that they are, and a bloodline that will forever live in the peace of the survivor benefits, veteran benefits, and rather large inheritance of which they’ll see no end…Families that will become one in two centuries, standing on the wealth of ye’re legend…..isn’t that enough of a reasoning? To know that ye’re children, children’s children, children’s children’s children, and so on, and so on, and so on, will never face the same turmoil of poverty that ye two men grew up in. The same poverty that led to the life of crime and terror that cursed ye ‘til this very day…”.

Pausing to see the brothers weighing the thought, still unable to fully take in the daunting reality of space and time, as their boss did. Catching them in the tingling warmth of their doings actually leading to so much influence, like invisible saviors, Olli stepped between the two rugged figures and smiled. Taking their shoulders in a hug, “Don’t fret, laddies, many, many years from now, ye’re families with discover ye’re truth…a truth of adventure and many journeys…junglers, survivalist cowboys, archeologist, zoologist, veterans…generations will look upon ye fellas in regards so high…personal Robin Hoods, ye’ll be to them…..”, he eased their thoughts, as they three stated into the blank distance, almost as to see the vision of their future characters. “So, shall we find this treasure, lads?”, the two outlaws quietly returned to the observation of the enclosed room, while one of the crewmen found a tightly opened threshold. Dark and mostly broken down, the opening was big enough for them to squeeze through. While one peaked in with his torch, seeing down the pathway, he pulled his head out. “…it looks to be a winding staircase…going down under…..”, he alerted the group.

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Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, Mr. Jest told it like it was, holding nothing back, and gave James the answer he never wanted to hear, “…simply put…..yemurdered the wee laddy, in cold blood. As if he was a bloody beast……” For the first time in James life his gun hand shook. The thought that he had killed his adopted son weighed so heavily on his mind, that he dropped his gun at Jest’s feet. With his hands covering his face, in an attempt to hide tears, he finds the strength to mutter the words, “No it can’t be, I shot at a Jagluar! We all shot at a Jagluar!” Looking around for assurance as well as confirmation, he sees the rest of the crew just as bewildered. Like James, the crew were appalled by their actions, with each man questioning their own sanity, as they responded back in unison “It’s true! It was a beast we fired at not Bu’Jea.” But it wasn’t until one of the crew’s most trusted of men, going by the name Lu’Kor stepped forward with an answer. In a raspy voice soaked in fearful wisdom he warns the whole party, “It’s the jungle. This is theInQuan’sland.A place that steals a warrior soul without themeven knowing it, and now it is after us!” The rest of the crew stood in silence as Lu’Kor went on telling them all the dark ghastly legends associated with the land, until he finished his speech with, “And it will take us one at a time, until every man here is either stark raving mad, or better off dead!” It was then Mr. Jest spoke up directing his attention to James but with words meant for the entire crew, “…like a poor, poor, bloody ill hound, ye killed th’ boy…..but, that’s what paranoia would do to ye…but, no worry, fella, we'll ignore ye wee little stink with psychotic bit...ay?” With a wave of his hand, a calming effect swept over the party erasing certain memories and replacing them with ‘whatever made them feel better.’ Within minutes, the crew was up on their feet again ready to continue the expedition. Even James picked up his colt like it was nothing and proceeded to dust it off and place it back in his holster, followed by looking back to Jest and asking, “I’m sorry, What was it I was asking you again?

In respect for the boys untimely death, the crew took it upon themselves to dig him a shallow grave, as they prepared to give him a warriors death. Together they held the body up high, while chanting an Awenativian war cry alerting the Gods above that a warrior was on his way. But as Mr, Jest was not one to show human emotions, he told a different story of the child's demise. In a macabre voice he described it as a weakness of man over nature as he said, “…the inability to survive the forces of nature was the only wrong hear…a child, who shouldn’t have been here, before his ceremonial journey of Akjonqui, to find himself in these very trees...foolishly believed in Kenjaro, 'warrior's way'...death! He proved what has always been so. The natural world wins. Now, twill be but a stock reminder…a folkloric forewarning to like lads and lasses as to not to rush into adulthood before one's time…” Ignoring the off comment, Lu’Kor pulled a small flute from his satchel, and proceed to play a ritualistic tune, filled with long and low notes, with a beat the crew could stomp along to, while the others were whistling a tune to pay respect to the lost soul. As for the Outlaws they respected the child's death in their own ways. James took it the hardest as he was all choked up and an emotional wreck. Soon the body was placed in the grave with the men dancing around it, as if trying to frighten off any who would dare desecrate the land, when several of the men poured an off smelling liquor over the body and set it a blaze. Out of character, the mysterious Mr. Jest joined in the festivities, more appropriately, as he made the suggestion to all, “Now, we sing…” followed by leading every one in the Awenativian sacred song, in saying farewell to a fellow warrior.

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As the last ember of the child’s burning body flickered away, Mr. Jest and Grey made their peace as they spoke to the Awenativian death goddess above, calling her forth, along with her reaping son, to lead the lad through the tunneling forces of darkness. As for the crew they proceeded to cover the bodies ashes with dirt, as each man held the dirt in their hands as a sign of connection with him, then tossed it over the grave. After a while, the grave was covered, and to the Outlaws it all seemed finished, but instead Lu’Kor and the rest of the crew turned toward James with a devilish look in their eyes. Speaking for the crew, Lu’Kor raised his rifle at the Outlaw and shouted one and only one word, “Krezarlo!” inciting the ancient ritual for a fallen Kenjaro. As he slowly made his way towards James, he began telling him of their rites of passage, and the only way a fallen Kenjaro may ascend beyond, if the man he swore to protect out lived him. Based off the lore and strength of a warrior, it became clear that he must walk over his Kenjaro’s grave while the rest of the Jadixes beat him with sticks. Should he survive, both he and the Kenjaro would have a place awaiting them in the next life, along with the other warriors worthy enough to be there. Immediately the crew began shouting “Krezarlo!” in unity as they proceeded to gather the strongest and thickest tree branches they could find, then took their places along side the grave. Twenty some men stood along each side, of the child site, cramped together in the hopes of getting a better swing.

Unable to refuse, James proudly stood at the head of the grave ready to take a beating for Bu’Jea. In preparation he took in several deep breaths, as he stretched his muscles, while at the same time the Natives were practicing their swings to get a feel for their weapons. The only thing James had going for him was that Bu’Jea’s child size grave was smaller than that of an adults, but the fact was the Natives were still going to beat him senseless in the four or five steps it would take to cross it. After a brief second of silence, he bravely took his first step only to be rewarded with hundreds of blows to the body. Coming in every directions, the Natives swung their sticks against him hard, swinging with all they had. To them, the ritual was no joke and if James was to be found worthy he needed to prove it. With his second step, a few of the crew swung at his head, colliding with enough force to break the skin and produce streaks of blood dripping from his temples. With the third step the pain was so overwhelming that he fell to a knee, exposing his back as an open target, and like clockwork they attacked it. By now it was a struggle to even stay awake, let alone get back to his feet, and as such his vision turned blurry. His body covered head to toe with cuts and bruises, ranging in all sizes from flesh wounds to others needing medical attention. But as he was fighting for more than just himself, he found the strength in him to fight on, and as such he forced his way back to his feet. Again the Natives swung aggressively, but by this time they were cheering James along in silence, hoping among themselves that the Outlaw would survive.

With his last and final step, everything was on the line as James was merely going through the motions. By now his body was numb as he was walking on legs bluer than a Union Soldiers uniform and sprained with muscles hidden underneath. Trying to move on by use of momentum alone, his legs wobbled as he shifted his weight from one leg to another until he finally made it to the far side, completing the ritual and proving his worth to the Awenativians. Immediately the crew cheered aloud as they dropped the sticks to the ground and began firing their rifles in the air as a sign of respect. James,however, was broken, worse than when Barbossa whipped him on the back and as such he fell to the ground in pain, With his last ounce of strength he declared while spitting blood from his mouth, “I did it. So let it be known to all thatfrom here on, Bu’Jea died awarriors death!” and with that said he slipped into a deep coma, dead to the world around him. Instinctively Lu’Kor picked up James’ body, lying limp in his arms, and proceeded to tend to his wounds. He began by dabbing his wounds with fresh plants and herbs as gentle as if it was his own son. But after a brief diagnosis, he turned to the other remaining Outlaws saying, “His wounds are severe, but in time he will pull through. As for now we will carry him along and tend to him, while we continued to follow you as we swore!” Together the crew built a make shift gurney and carefully placed James upon it, with Lu’Kor holding up the head end. But as the Outlaws body seemed quite unnaturally still during the hikes, no one could have guessed what was going through his comatose mind.

Deep within a dream, within a dream, James found himself in a place that brought back happy memories, and as such he was alone in a rain-forest with a beautiful and easy woman. With a smile on his face, he was about to remove her bloomers, when a soothing breeze swept in from nowhere. Suddenly, the woman in his arms vanished away as if flickering out of sight and fading away into the background, as he instinctively shouted, “Wait don’t go. I paid for a full hour.” Then, just as she went away the vision of another lovely lady slowly stepped out from behind a tree. Moving in as if it was her own dream, she moved forward with a purpose, drawing all attention to her. Then just as she stepped in to a ray of Moonlight from above he recognized her, as the ever mysterious and alluring Ghost Princess, welcoming him in with open arms. But for the first time, he did not treat their encounter as a spiritual reflection and instead began to question her. With a cocky attitude and a bit of swag he began by asking, “So let me guess, this is either another dream or someone knocked meout cold again?” But with her same mysterious ways she answered back, “This time it is not about you young traveler. This time it is about a friend.” With that said she lowered her head and stepped back into the wood where she came from and within seconds it was almost as if she was never there. In her place a blue light shone down from above, bringing with it a most euphoric feeling, and a lone figure drenched in a blue light appeared.

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Slowly the stranger approached, with a blinding light around him, forcing James to shield his eyes. Unsure of who or what it was, he shouted back to the light, “Enough with the fancy tricks. Just show yourself!” Stepping out of the light, the figure of a young Awenativian boy moved in and at the moment James’ eyes focused upon the stranger, he realized it was none other than Bu’Jea, dressed in full warrior’s robes. Trying to explain the unbelievable, in a way James could understand, he began with, “I do not have much time to talk so I will make it brief. You did not kill me. When I first saw the skeletons I was not afraid. But then I heard a voice in my head telling me to run. It was so powerfulthat I could not resist. It was then as I fled off into the jungle I ran into the same Spaniard who kidnapped our princess.” It was then despite his blessed appearance that a look of pure fear covered his face as he continued on, “and it was then I understood. Something happened to him, something unnatural. I heard him say he made a deal with the crew of the dead for more power and because of it he has the ability to control a man’s mind.” Stressing the importance of his fear he leaned in closer, “He somehow convinced me that you and the rest of the party were the Jagluar, just as easy as you thought I was one.” Realizing it was stirring up conflicted feelings, he immediately calmed James down with, “But do not worry about that now, for with your brave act at my Krezarlo I have been accepted by the braves as one of their own. And for that I eternally thank you.” A soft angelic sound resonated around him and soon he was lifted back up into the light, leaving behind James with a confident feeling. “Goodbye Bu’Jea. I sure hope I’ll see you again someday.

For a few brief seconds James felt good about himself compared to the many, many times he did not, and as such he yearned for the light to take him, when from out of nowhere a soothing breeze swept in followed by the Ghost Princess stepping forwards from behind a tree. “Hello again young traveler, I hope you received the answers you were looking for?” But before James could respond she took on a commanding tone. “Our time is swiftly coming to an end and my part is almost done. But for now I must warn you, your partners have entered the first chamber of the temple, where the treasure you seek may reside, but they must go no further. Down the steps leads to a second chamber where a trap awaits, but only one of you may enter, only a pure blood Awekain man! It is there he must face a challenge unlike any other he has faced before.”Realizing her words are a bit over his head, she slows down and tries to explain it simpler. “For you and the rest of the party to safely enter the lower levels of the temple, Mr. Silvers must first go on alone. There he will face a force unlike any he has met before, but with a little help from the Golden artifacts he may survive.” She then looks out into space to contemplate, “and I will pray for you that he does!

To the shock of all the men around, James abruptly woke up, covered in bandages with Lu’Kor leaning over him. His body still in intensive amounts of pain, he found the strength to sit up, with Lu’Kor protesting, “No No! You must lie back andallow your body to heal.” In a rush to save his partners life, James pushed him aways shouting over and over, “Let me go! You don’t understand, I have to talk to Grey before it’s too late!” Fighting through the pain, he managed to rise to his feet asking for help to stand, and as his caretaker Lu’Kor agreed. Together James hobbled to his horse to gather the golden crown then to the doors of the temple. Immediately Lu’Kor pulled away with fear in his eyes as he stopped at the door informing James, “We the Awenativians’s do not go in there.” Instead he gave the injured Outlaw his weapons back as well as a make shift crutch and sent him on his way alone, with only the prayers of his people and some wild roots for the pain. Against his better judgment James limped his way into the first chamber, just in time to see his partners reacting as if they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders. Completely confused, he hope to raise the levity of the situation by commenting, “What? I’m unconscious for a couple of hours and just look at you three. What would you guys do without me?” But before anyone could answer, he noticed Mr. Jest standing next to a tightly opened threshold, declaring, “…it looks to be a winding staircase…going down under…..” Remembering what the Ghost Princess warned him, James immediately shouted back, “No one go down there. IT’S A TRAP!

Moving as fast as his legs would allow, James wedged his way in between his partners and the opening were he stood, blocking the way. Hoping he could make sense from a dream, he began warning the other of the perils waiting below. “You have to believe me. Grey must go down alone. I know it sounds insane relying on what a woman said to me in a dream, but that’s what I heard!” Realizing he sounds insane, especially after receiving several blows to the head, but the passion in his words never ceased. Hoping Mr. Jest could collaborate his story he turns to him saying, “You, you understand how dreams could be a forewarning of things to be. Well this one was ‘Forewarning’!” Still determined to get his point across he turns back to Grey and with a stern and serious tone he goes on, “and Grey, if you ever trusted me, please do it again now,” He then tosses the Golden crown at his feet hoping his friend would listen and with one last shot he says, “If I’m wrong I m wrong, but if I’m right it’s your destiny, and you alone could save this expedition.” With nothing else to say, he leaned against the nearest wall to rest, hoping his words did not fall on deaf ears, despite how ludicrous they sounded. But for now there was nothing else he could do but sit and wait for his partners response. For no one, not even Mr. Jest could know that the spiral staircase before them led them in darkness to a lower chamber, lit only by a stream of Moonlight shining from above. Along the walls were hieroglyphics entailing all the Outlaws adventures from when James met up with them to the point they were at now. But more importantly, Captain Barbossa was there waiting in a corner in a new and frighting form, much like the crew of the Flying Dutchman with the extra benefit of being able to controlling another person’s mind. How he got there was a mystery but it was clear he was there for one and only one reason, to get his revenge against the man he knew as, “No Name!

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Standing in the chambers of limestone, the crew continued examining the room of the ceiling art. As Mr. Jest observed the crack in the wall, taking deep whiffs of the chalky air seeping in from the darkness below, the brothers spoke to each other. Elijopo! What would ye make of this?”, the Brit called for the thoughts of one of the Awenativians. Young to the eye and dark olive in appearance, the young man stood to the aged height of Olli, with a head full of thick auburn hair braid into a trail over his shoulder, he looked through the blackness with natural uncertainty in was the do nor think of it all. Being from the modernized cities of mainland Awekia, the lad bared only the traditional tales of his elders. “…I don’t know, Mr. Jest. Wey jqo’d aj, my great umma would often tell us about the centuries, long passed, when these types of temples were first built. About how the creators lived in the heavens, and the gods lived on the mountains; Man would construct mountains of their own to call forth meeting with them…”, the lad stated in a tone of memory upon his passed grandmother, who held the traditional beliefs of their ancestors. “…she would say, ‘listen up wiaj, we may look forward to the future. But, our past still lives in those pyqawixz’…”, he finished before looking at the amazing beauty that he’s witnessed so far. While the rest of the men looked closely to the walls and engraved carvings of information, James walked into the room of studying and photos. Taking photos as they brought in the proper equipment of the archaeologist that the wealthy Brit hired, the Awenativian men brushed away dust and dirt to fully read the inscriptions. As the mortal outlaw explained his troubled thoughts, the outlaws passed it off as his insanity taking a grasp on him, once they heard about the woman.

With the men standing before the entrance that puffed blackness before the torch-lit room, Olli smirked with an insisted thought to destiny. “…destiny manifested for wi, lads…..fate holds out her plan before ye, mates?”, the slender Jest smiled with a tall look to the high heavens. Holding out his hand to the entrance, the rather radical figure of the macabre knew that fated destiny was the order of the universe around them. A natural construction of life’s foundation, the Geist Jests have an existence off of chaos, “...nature’s order…flowing chaotically around wi, laddies…and we shall lead chaotically through it!”. With a twinkle of his darkened eyes, alluring to his challenge to providence, Bourbon immediately smiled wickedly at his brother before staring at James. “…destiny be all but a mere dream to th’ doomed, matey…”, he took a deep swig of his flask bottle, stretching out his spine, as he pulled out his gun. A man who turned his back on destiny and fate, the roughly founded pirate marched through the portal of darkness, while his partner followed closely behind. “…an’ dreamin’ is something we haven’t done in ages…”, Grey smirked to James before tipping his hat to his employer, fully certain in his step into madness.

Walking down the tunneling steps with the swashbuckler leading the way, as Grey gripped his pistols, Olli leaded with his arms folded against the threshold. Fulling believing in the free-flowing faith that gripped him so, the Jest accepted the cursed doom that awaited the brothers down the staircase. And with a return to the whistle of the Chopin’s Funeral March, the morbid magician closed his eyes in contentment with the grim results. While the rest of the men continued uncovering the chamber’s artwork and stories, the two brothers were joined by their canine, as Mr. Jest felt the forcefully grand energies around him.

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The two men walked down the staircase, absent of thought and stuffed with the will of the reckless. They two, long dead to both the living and the dead, dragged out of contentment by their condemners, and dragged out of time by their savior, the grim brothers’ decline into darkness, with a flashlight on the hip of Bourbon and a torch in the hand of Grey, they could hear dripping water and a breeze of wind. As bourbons snickers led the smell of honey through their minds, they both stopped at the sight of what awaited them at the bottom.

Soaked and shadowy, the standing corpse of Barbossa stared at them with evil intent, as he gripped his sword and gun. Looking through cold eyes of a man who fell prey to nature itself, the brothers immediately froze at the sight of the phantom of the man who’ve been following them so. Selling his soul to the darkness that lied before this plane, he gained the power he needed to finally get revenge. However, before he could speak and bask in the savored silence of the shocked brothers, he was cut off by the pirates sign. “OW, for feaks sack…..”, he slumped his shoulders and groaned in a displeased manner of annoyance with the once-mortal pest on his conscious. Not fully registering the new-found ability of the man, or state of his being, Bourbon looked to Grey, “Mi think James be right, afterall…by ruining the prophecy, we doomed wiself to forever meet this good-fo-nothin’, golliswog!”. As the pirate turned to walk back up the stairs, as if they could do it again, to right the wrong of their fate, he stopped at the character of an eight lingering on the wall over the steps. “Eij'ht?”, Bourbon confusingly drew his brother’s attention, before the ground started rocking.

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As a result of their slip of the order, the two brothers glared over the black floor, to see it cracking and crumbling into dirt. And, before they or the phantom could react, the ground gave away, and the two outlaws dropped through dust and debris. With long yells of surprise, they heard the growl of their dog become a loud yelp, as all they could see was murky fog. Ending in the thunderous crash with the bottom of a three-storey drop, the groggily pirate opened his eyes and heard the whimper of the animal, with a headache that would have been a fatal concussion if he wasn't already cursed with his state. Looking up the exit that hovered three levels up, while a few pieces of rock still dropped into the chasm of stone that lied under the pyramid, the brothers, on the pain of their backs, were wrapped around crumbled debris like rubble. “Bourbon…me say, I’m tired of falling…”, the cowboy pulled himself up, cracking his spine out of paralyzing fit of agony, as his wiry brother agreed in a stunted tone of spiking brain throbs. “ah…..BK, what are ye yappin’ at, matey…”, Bourbon groaned as his partner slowly sat up through a heavy stupor. As he shot to his feet with the thought of the phantom captain, the swashbuckling swordsman gripped his cutlass and tumbled down from the boulders of crushed flooring and dirt to land on his worn boots, “Whar he be, Grey…tis be but an omen, ey?”.

As the survivalist looked up to the tunneling staircase, far above them, which previously led to the temple above, the two outlaws saw how they were now separated from the group. “JEST! JEST!....JEST!”, Grey yelled up above, loosening trinkets of dust with the echo of his rough voice, afraid to linger long in the ruins of three fallen levels of stone flooring, especially after seeing the phantom, the cowboy turned to see his brother already fleeing into a tunneling hole. “BK, com’ on, boy…..”, Bourbon quickly whistled on his descent into a winding tunnel of shadows. Luring the untrusting canine to retract his teeth and pursue after, Grey checked the readiness of his guns and looked back up at the hole. “We’ll look around…..try to fix this, Jest!”, he rushed out their quick-hashed plan, before he wandered behind his brother. With a lit flashlight hooked to his belt, he stared into the torches along the walls. “Watch ya self, brother…”, the gunslinger gripped the handles of his revolvers, huffing our labored breaths, as he heard the creaking steps of his sword wielding partner. And in a heartbeat, he saw the swinging hand of his friend, striking down something that charged him.

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“Bourbon! What was that?”, Grey rushed to the side of the pirate, to see a bony figure of blackness and tar-covered flesh. “…creature o’ th’ deep, matey?”, Bourbon stated coldly, as he saw ink blood along his blade. With wonder in his eyes, both men was chilled by the thought of what the creature was, until they heard hissing and groans of anger coming from below. “BK…stay on us?”, Grey demanded the togetherness of their group, while the brunette pirate gripped his sword and stepped down to the bottom of the steps. But, upon end, the darkness await with a feast of creatures of similar likeness. Clouded in shade and shadows, two immediately charged for the pirate, who chopped at them with grunts of second-natured forays. Hisses poured out as far as the inky blood, as the dog’s barks combated them before hollow shells erupted from Grey’s gun like a volcano in a stormy night. Causing flashes of fiery sparks, brighter than the hottest torch along the walls, the two outlaws protected themselves along the threshold of the dungeon full of savage beast.

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Standing next to the mortal outlaw, the wealthy Jest held a smile of pearly teeth and happiness, as he leaned against the tunneling hole that now led down to a forty plus foot drop, with jagged pieces of wood and brick lingering upon the slabs of flooring that once lied there. “Sir, do ye think their alright?”, the young Awenativian lad asked with cautioned eyes, as everyone in the chamber heard the crashing display, and witnessed the sea of chalky air flush the entrance to the tunnel. “Ow…I’m sure they’re—“, he paused at the echoing sound of their guns exploding into winded echoes into his ears, “……..me be sure of it, laddy…they can handle themselves…..”.

Turning his attention to finding another pathway down, as well as up, Olli stepped to the bottom of the winding stairway of dirt. Seeing the ‘Eij'ht’ engraved along the walls, marking one in Awenativian, Jest glared down to see a dark abyss of murky grime swaying through the mist. “Don’t worry, boys…..we’ll see if we can fetch a hoist for ye lads…..”, the gentlemanly sir yelled below, between giggles and coughs. Visioning how it would work, he called up to his crewmen, “Hey, fellas! Would ye mind searching the boat for some hoist chains, ropes, some boards, planks of wood, and some treadwheels…..and a rope-ladder--we’re making a crane-lift!”. Hearing the hissing of unearthly beast, wolfley predatory growls, accompanied by grunts and gunshots, Olli gave a cheeky grimace face to the not-so-pleasant sound of combat. "...that be just fun, laddies", the Brit muttered under his breath, holding his employees in mind through many yards of dirt, debris, and darkness. With wind blowing up against his thin face, as the scent of blood mixed into the smell of gunpowder, the Jest returned to the artistically crafted central chamber of the pyramid, as his men fetched equipment for the crane.

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With a crutch in hand James hobbled into the first chamber, shouting to the heavens about Grey’s fate. His face flushed from both his adrenaline rush and the pain throughout his body, as his eyes darted around the room. Playing off his friends moral and defining character he began by shouting to Jest, “You, you understand how dreams could be a forewarning of things to be. Well this one was ‘Forewarning’!” But as the British Gent seemed unphased by his words, in an elegant plea he turned to Grey begging, “and Grey, if you ever trusted me, please do it again now,” For in his own little world it was his only way to save his friend from the unknown, or worse the whole party, for the only thought rushing through his head was the words from the ghost Princess warning him, “For you and the rest of the party to safely enter the lower levels of the temple, Mr. Silvers must first go on alone.” But like every time before his partners looked back at him with doubting eyes screaming not only do we not believe you, but that you’re..CRAZY! For at the moment he mentioned his information came in the form of a dream, from the unseen female ghostly apparition, even James knew how crazy it sounded. But to add insult to injury, this time his partners basically taunted him back with off the cuff comments such as, “…destiny manifested for wi, lads…..fate holds out her plan before ye, mates?” But what hurt him the most was when his drinking buddy Bourbon scoffed back at him, “…destiny be all but a mere dream to th’ doomed, matey…” Now the butt of the jokes, James watched as the Grimm Gold brothers made their way down to the next chamber, without even a seconds thought to his warnings, and just as the two men vanished from sight, James looked upwards in a metaphoric way of addressing the ghost Princess. With his hands clinched in anger he yelled at her, while never actually saying a word, “Why do I even listen to you? All you ever do is bring me trouble.”He then raised his fist up in a threatening manner as he continues silently ranting, “and I don’t care who you are or how hot youthink you are, leave me aloneand STAY OUT OF MY DREAMS!

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Now overly stressed, he leaned upright against the nearest wall with the teams crew clearing out the chamber. Under the suggestions of Mr Jest, they began by categorizing the items discovered and carefully removing them from the temple to the crates resting back by the horses. In the mean time James found himself alone with the Brit, unsure of what to say to him. They stood together in awkward silence, with no more than a forced, “Need any help?’ or an occasional, “looking good!” with their longest conversation covering two minutes, on how much of a cut does the crew get? Following orders, one of the crew mistakenly picked up James’ Golden Crown from off the floor and proceeded to take it outside with the rest, when James abruptly stopped him in his tracks, and reclaimed it for himself. As he looked down upon his bloody and bruised body, his thoughts raced back and forth to the healing properties of the artifact and how desperately he needed its help. On one side, should he place the crown on his head, his body would instantly be healed, not only bringing relief from his pain, but allow him to work along side his partners as a physical equal. On the other side, the crown would shine like a beacon alerting the crew of the Flying Dutchman to his location, and place not only his soul but the souls of every man in his party in mortal danger. Unsure of his next action, he looks back to Mr Jest with uncertain eyes and holds the crown out with both hands and a look of pure bewilderment across his face. For if any man had an answer to his dilemma it would be the mysterious Mr. Jest, even if the answer given seemed wrong. But before he could mutter a word for help, a huge rumbling echoed beneath them from a lower chamber of the temple.

Like a hoard of ants the crew rushed down to the lower levels, shouting questions out loud about what the hell happened. As they reached the lower level the room was covered in a fog of thick dust, still spinning around the chamber, with a huge gaping hole in the center of the room. Five yards wide, the hole was still weakening with loose gravel along every side. The whole room seemed to sink inwards like a funnel, forcing the men to keep their distance. Suddenly the voice of Grey bellowed from below, “JEST! JEST!....JEST!” alerting the crew that both he and Rumgold were still alive. By use of a human chain, the men linked arm over arm allowing James, Mr. Jest and a few other men to get closer to the hole in an attempt to get a better look, as well as check on the safety of their men. But as the men reached the edge an ungodly fowl scent raised from below forcing those nearest to gag. As the crew looked down into the abyss, the men had fallen so far that the only sign that The Grimm Gold Brother’s were alive was the reassuring sound of their voice and the ever moving flicker of light from their torches. Immediately James shouted, “Are you okay?” as their health was his main concern, whereas Mr. Jest was more concerned with the mission than his men, and instead inquired, “Tell me, Mates.....what be you see down below?” But being the men they were and the life they were accustom to, the cursed Outlaws only concern was to finish the mission and as such there only reply was an off setting, “We’ll look around…..try to fix this, Jest!

Filled to the brim with ideas, Mr Jest was about to put a plan in motion, when a young Awenativian lad next to him asked with cautioned eyes, “Sir, do ye think their alright?” In a reassuring tone he messed up the kids hair and answered, “Ow…I’m sure they’re—“ But before he could finish his sentence the chamber below filled with the sounds of horrific screams and gun powder. Immediately James and the others shouted, “Whats going on down there?” as the sparks from the Grimm Gold Brother’s fire arms, lit the dark below. Once again the rotten, ungodly fowl scent raised from below, this time twice as bad, forcing some of even the strongest of men to up-heave in the nearest corner. As for James, he quickly drew his colt out of instinct, and blindly aimed it downward in an attempt to help. But unable to see his targets it would be foolish and life threatening to fire. With the rest of the crew caught in a state of confusion everyone began shouting ideas, ranging from jumping in after them to the use of dynamite. But despite the chaos going on around him, Jest kept a clear head informing the others, “The forty plus foot drop would most likely kill any fool who be jumping, and dynamite be killing us all. There only one answer for tha dilemma and that be...” He then raised his pointing finger up just to make his point when the sound of Grey’s voice bellowed from below, “Hey, fellas! Would ye mind searching the boat for some hoist chains, ropes, some boards, planks of wood, and some treadwheels…..we’re making a crane-lift!” It was then at the exact moment Grey finished his sentence, Mr. Jest finished his with the same four words, “....we’re making a crane-lift!” But by then the crew was off, gathering the extra men, supplies and tools needed to build the devise and together they moved in record time.

Moving as fast as they could, the crew raced to the boat and back, and within an hour proceeded to bring the gear into the temple. By use of a make shift human conveyor-belt, the supplies were swiftly brought in, with the engineers ready and waiting in the chamber. Hand over hand, together, with Mr Jest supervising, and James staying out of the way, Lu’Kor lead his men along, beginning with support beams in the corner and the crank system over the hole. With every second passing James would repeatedly shout down, “Hold out a little bit longer, we’re almost done up hear!” By now the men were bruised and blistered, to the point they needed a break, but before they could even catch their breath, James gave an eloquent speech to rally them. “Crew Mates, hear me now! Now is not the time to rest. Two of your men are down there in danger! The same two men that risked their lives to save your Princess! The same two men you excepted in your tribe as fellow warriors! The same two men who are going to make you rich if we find treasure!!” Immediately the men cheered in unison, as they all caught their second wind and together they added the finishing touches to the crane-lift. With no time to test the devise, they wound the rope tightly around the crank shaft, and with four sturdy men they began turning the wheel to lower the rope. Realizing how dire the situation was, Lu’Kor regretfully shouted down, “Remember, this crane has not been tested yet, so for safety reasons we can only bring you up one at a time!

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As the rope slowly lowered down the hole, turn by turn, James watched it disappear into the dark abyss, hoping and praying he could reach his friends in time. With each crank, they grunted along until Mr. Jest noticed some one tugging on the rope from below. “We’ve got ‘Em!” he shouted, as the men began cranking the devise in the opposite direction, to pull the man up, and with each turn, James, Jest and Lu’Kor proudly declared, “Hold on! We’ll have you out in a second!” With the mens muscles flexing and sweat pouring off their brow, they fought through the pain and continued to crank the wheel. But just as the men were pushed to their breaking point the figure of one of the Outlaws pierced through the dark abyss and into the light. Immediately the men cheered as they cranked the wheel a few more times, as both James and Lu’Kor reached out to assist their friend and partner back on solid land. Filled with emotion James full on hugged his partner in front of all the men yelling, “You damned son of a b’tch, I’m soglad your alive!” at which point he could only assume the sink hole was the curse the Ghost Princes warned him about. But with no time to waste, Mr Jest interrupted the bro-mance and interjected, “May I remind the, there be another man down below!” Without a second thought a new crew of four men took hold of the wheel an began turning the crank to lower the rope as fast as they could. For once all expectations were high, despite the ongoing sounds of war going on below. It was then in one of the longest minutes in history, the rope reached the remaining Outlaw and with a loud heads up from below, the men proceeded to pull him up. Again and again the men turned the wheel, with ever crank getting louder. Then just as the image of the remaining Outlaw came into sight, the crane-lift began to shake. The support boards began to pry loose from the corners and the mainframe started to crack. Even the rope was splitting down the middle. Unfortunately the Outlaw was still a good thirty some feet down, and if something wasn’t done soon, he would most likely fall to his doom, where a hoard of angry beast were ready and waiting to finish what they started. Either way James last act before the inevitable was to run forward to help while yelling, “NOOOOOOO!

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As the men worked to put together the crane, structuring wood and metal, wrapped in rope and chain, Olli continued piecing down into the depths. Full of powerful blast of echoes and flashes of light, the Jest parted his lips with a loose smile. “Don’t fret, laddies…even in the darkness, ye’re still in the light…”, his voice spoke in a mystically crooning baritone, “…the grey abyss will no-longer leave ye fella defenseless…..”. As cryptic as his wicked smile, aware of the state his employees lingered in, assured it was better-off than the limbo that he previously roamed, the British gentleman removed himself from the foggy edge of the cavern hole, while more equipment was carried in and placed around the chamber.

As the men constructed boards along the walls, using rope ladders to go as far down as they could, securing a space for the steel beams that held lift in place by a headframe, the crew constructed the cargo lift. Intended to carry the cargo of treasure, as well as the two outlaws, upon their return, the hardworking men stood upon a crafted catwall along the top of the wide well. Using it to space out and assist the securing of the lift, rigging pulleys and a wheeling hoist, the hand-cranked levers were set up as the scaffolding platform was assured in place. Talking in the native language, the engineering crewmen called for the return of Mr. Jest, seeing that the lift was finished. Awaiting his return, Olli was full of immediate jeer as he stared at the platform. "Ye lads did splendidly", stepping onto the broad platform, he gently place his hand on the railing as a worker turned the crank and began to lower the Jest along with two crewmen. Willing to test it himself, the Brit was sunken to the depths close enough to clearly see the ground, before being brought back up to the top, "...well, fellas...we're close to the end, mi feel it, lads. I'll prepare our return--do what ye must to protect this entrance. Or, go down and help...do what ye may-" .

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Level Zev (Seven)

On the steps of black rocky crystals and stone, under the threshold of the seventh layered chamber, the two outlaws gripped powerful handgun in their primary hands, as melee objects in their secondary one. Swinging a dark grey cutlass of curved steel, the pirate grunted as a brood of blood splattered across his chest, “mi eyes feast at th’ sights o’ an exit…across the room”. Drawing the eagle-eyes of the gunslinger to the threshold of pale lights, standing behind the revolving chamber of ghoulish creatures, Grey fired his Colt into the middle of the horde, “Aye, brother…..to the end”. Grunting in agreement, pressing behind the swashbuckler who hacked inch-by-inch to the center of the room, surprisingly slicing at the rotted ink-covered skin with fair ease, Grey clinched at a hefty axe of grim iron. Bashing in the heads of the howling beast, as explosive blast of Bourbon’s blunderbuss blinded the room, the cowboy ordered the nearing of their wolf, sticking under them in a biting assistance.

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Yapping onto and tearing the legs of the vicious creatures, BK crippled the closest for axing headshots from Grey’s tomahawking boarding axe. “Grey, mi poach…..th’ grog!”, Bourbon referred to the small sack around his waist, as his partner caught the gist of the idea. “…Let’s see wha’ fire could do f’r ‘em…”, the pirate felt Grey’s hands clasp onto the flask of potent liquor, after putting away his gun. Opening it and taking a deep swig, he search his shirt pocket in a rustled manner for his matches. And with a strike of the wooden stick and a spray of the horrid taste, a birth of flames roared out loud and bold in heated pressure. Sizzling the tightly hollow air with temperatures of fire, the immediate victims howled like banshees in the inferno, stuffed in the rock oven of fire. Further fuzzed by the popping explosion of burning blood and guts torn out by led pellets and black gunpowder.

“…go for the exit, Bourbon”, Grey muttered with another spray of flames, before returning to his gun. Blast continued firing off, as the room soon filled with fire, spreading through the monstrous blood and ink. “—I’m movin’ pass burning demons, matey…..as fas’ as mi can go, ye ‘ow”, Bourbon grunted back with a huff of dry air. While the crackling of flames filled the background of the room, as screeching creatures fell to the ground in agony, the two outlaws eventually met the end of the room, where a faintly pale light rippled from down the staircase, much similar to the past winding descents into the cave. They began to follow the steps to the lower level, marked Xzix, for sixth. “Wait…we should clear th’ upper floor, ey?”, Grey suggested with the sight of a few remaining creatures crawling oh-so-creepily under the hail of blazing air. But, upon agreeing return, Bourbon yelped into the breeze of an ever-present force yanking him by his back and tearing him off of the bottom steps and onto the sixth floor.

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A giant that stood a foot above them, they creature was a rocky shade of red, plump with muscles under his four-arms of brute force. With a dipping brow and raging eyes, the creature threw the pirate like a sack of fruit, before roaring at Grey’s entrance of shock. “Grey! Mi think tis fella wants a fight…”, Bourbon made a labored attempt to regain his footing after the thud against the walls. Holding his throbbing head, fighting the agony of a whiplash dazed, and the pirate could swear that the beast’s chiseled back muscles were scorning him with a face of its own. “Uh…him back be frownin’ upon mi, brother…”, his confused eyes couldn’t understand how something could be so burly in his brutish physique. As the dog growled and barked with eyes lacking in fear, the cowboy watched in thought to the overwhelming odds against them. Focusing the creature’s predatory attention onto him, Grey stayed still before the mountainous figure, before seeing the sugar-breathed bucketed climbing up the hilly back of the beast and began to work on the traps of the giant. Grabbing at his throwing knives, buried into his boots and belt, he dug and jammed all of them into the creature, who bucked and grumbled with further attempts to shake the drunken outlaw loose. As Grey pulled and stocked his rifle, he fired enough power to floor a bear. But, the beast still stood tall in fighting spirit. While the tinks of shells popped out of the rifle, in a fury of the gunslinger's ability, he saw blood pour from the wounds that sat upon the masculine brute, almost repelling the bullets in a wall of his muscle.

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For over thirty minutes the men worked together, sweating and toiling as they broke their backs. With each passing seconds sweat poured off their brow until the last nail was put in place and the crane was finally complete. Immediately, the men cheered in unison over their accomplishment, patting each other on the back, even Mr. Jest joined in with a hearty, "Ye lads did splendidly!" But with no time to waste, he gently place his hand on the railing as a worker turned the crank, and began to lower him along with two other crewmen. After a good thirty feet down, the Brit was sunken to the depth close enough to clearly see the ground, before being brought back up to the top. Knowing the end was near he grabbed hold of the rope and said, "...well, fellas...we're close to the end, mi feel it, lads. I'll prepare our return--do what ye must to protect this entrance. Or, go down and help...do what ye may!" Knowing his friends were in mortal danger, James proudly stepped forward, and despite his broken frame declared, “I don’t know about you guys but those are my friends down there and I’m going to helpthem!” Without a second thought he mounted the railing while giving his weapons the once over, while looking out across the crew to see who would be brave enough to join him. As usual Lu’Kor spoke up with a loud and roaring, “I’m in!” rallying another good twenty men to join in the cause. Together they huddled around each other, filling up every last spot on the crane, putting its weight limit to the test. Already the devise began creaking as parts of the frame shifted, causing some of the men to doubt their decision. But as the level below echoed with screams and gunfire, waiting was no longer an option.

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With a quick nod to the men staying behind, they began cranking the wheel lowering the search party as fast as their arms could turn. With each turn of the crank, James informed the men, “We may not know what’s down there, but if we stick together and use our heads, I’m sure we can handle whatever it may be!” It was after a few more feet down, a fowl scent of rotting flesh wafted through the air forcing the search party to gag in response, until covering their nose and mouth with whatever they could find. As for one of the younger members of the party, the smell was so intense that he spewed over the edge only to hear his vomit splatter to the ground on top of an already waiting wet pile of feces. But even before the crane was about to hit bottom, a large hoard of sub-dwelling creatures began attacking in waves. With their dark soulless eyes and rotting flesh, they attacked in numbers clawing and biting whatever they could get a hold on. It was obvious they were at one time human, but after years of living underground in a tomb of their own droppings, they had mutated into something.....Ungodly. Immediately James and the men fought back, shooting into the hoard slaying as many as they could while stepping off the crane. As for James he fired off all six shots without hesitation, hitting all six targets dead in the chest, only to see the shots riddle through them ineffectively, with only a splattering of pus coming out the other end. All together it was like nothing happened, as the beasts continued to charge forward relentlessly, growling out an inhuman tone. Now stating the obvious, one of the crew shouted, “Our weapons are useless against them...” as he continued shooting off his rifle, down to the last shot.

By now six members of the search party were dead, as a few of the sub-dwellers broke off from the attack to feast on the bones of the dead.. Meanwhile, the living continued to fall back, replacing fire arms for sharp and blunt weapons in hopes of winning the fight. Even James was hacking away with his bowie knife, slashing through rotting flesh, exposing pus filled organs, that merely dripped off their bodies with no other effect. It was then, James noticed other mounds of burning remains of sub-dwellers, still crackling under the flames. Then with a quick look around, he noticed the mounds of ashes and ambers and put two and two together. Yelling at the party members carrying torches, James shouted, “New plan fellows,BURN THEM!” as he grabbed the nearest piece of wood and set it a blaze over the same pile of burning creatures he first noticed. Now with a new plan of attack, the crew felt empowered as they began to stand their ground. Waving the torches back and forth, the sub-dwellers hissed in anger as they stop dead in their tracks, fearful of the fire and nothing else. Again the creatures would slash out with their misshappened hands, only to receive a fist full of fire scorching their rotting flesh. For the next few minutes the fight raged on, with the search party leading with their torches and the creatures striking back. It was clear to all, that the fire would not hold the sub-dwellers back for much longer, as their hunger for human flesh out weighed the pain they felt from the flame.

It was then, in the midst of a heated battle, James noticed the fact that the Grimm Gold Brothers were nowhere in sight. Regretfully he looked to the corners in an attempt to see if he could find their clothings resting upon flesh ridden bones, only to release a deep breath of joy when he did not. Instead he looked to the only opening of the chamber and with a quick, “Hold your ground men, I’ll be back in a moment.” he darted off down to the next floor in search for his friends. Within seconds he could hear the unmistakable sounds of Bourbon jesting, “Grey! Mi think tis fella wants a fight…”followed by a huge and resounding ‘THUD’, and a “Uh…him back be frownin’ upon mi, brother…”Concerned for the wellbeing of his friends, James tossed his crutch away and charged in, only to find a four armed beast, tossing his friends around like they were rag dolls. Immediately the beast roared as it saw James enter, and in a fit of rage it attacked. Picking up the largest rock nearby, the beast easily lifted it over his head and as it’s muscles flexed throughout it’s body, it hurled the rock across the room. Moving in faster than a punch, it took all James had to lunge out of the way at the last second, allowing the rock to crash into the far wall, smashing it to pieces while James finished a tuck and roll ending up next to Bourbon. Along the way, he made it his point to reload his colt so that after he got out of harms way, he could have the advantage of attacking. Trying to keep things in a relaxed tone, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to rib his partners with a hearty, “Just what have you guys gotten into this time?

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But before his friends could respond, James moved into action firing two well aimed shots at the beast’s chest. To his surprise both bullets hit the target but instead of piercing through the creature’s flesh, the bullets dug no further than half an inch, spilling out less blood than a paper-cut. “Christ!” James exclaimed, “When did everything become bullet proof!” followed by several unseemly cursed words. Once again the beast roared, this time spewing saliva as he bared his teeth, as he looked around deciding which of the Outlaws to attack. But as the beast wasted time making a decision, the sounds of war rang out just outside the chambers entrance. Immediately Lu’Kor burst in, covered in black pus and traces of his own blood, shouting, “The sub-dwellers are no longer backing down. They no longer fear fire!” Now caught between a rock and a hard place, with the flesh eating creatures on one side and the bone crushing beast on the other, James miraculously came up with a plan that solve both problems. Taking in a deep calming breath, he informs his partners, “Believe it or not guys, Once again I got a plan. Grey, BourbonandLu’Kor I need you to get all the men in here as quick as possible while keeping the sub-dwellers just outside the doors.” Then with a steady hand, he aimed his colt high and let two shots fly, right in the beast’s eyes. Unlike the beasts flesh, it’s eyes were not so lucky, and this time the bullets pierced through the pupil, and right on through the socket, lodging inside the skull just a hair away from the brain. Immediately, the beast let out another roar, this time echoing off every wall as it covered it’s eyes with his upper arms, while flailing around with it’s lower ones.

Waiting for everyone in the party to make it safely inside, he shouted out to the crew, “Okay now, everybody shut up. Don’t make a sound.” as he positioned himself in the doorway, between the two threats. Then in a death defying move, he began hooping and hollering, while clapping his hands, doing everything in his power to gain the blind beast attention. Now being the only sound in a silent room, the beast, going off sound alone, charged blindly in his direction, with every step cracking the floor beneath him. Then, at the last moment, James jumped out of the way, just as the beast ran out the entrance and into the next chamber. As planned, the blind beast began attacking the sub-dwelling creatures, with the same rage and intensity it attacked the outlaws, temporarily neutralizing both threats. But to make sure they all stayed outside, James yelled again, this time telling the crew, “Now! quickly, close the door and bolt it.” as he pointed to the sliding door at the entrance and the wooden plank to lock it shut. Now with the sound of flesh ripping and bones crushing just outside the door, James naturally leaned inwards towards Bourbon's ear, and without a second thought whispered, “I’ll bet you five bucks on the four armed creature.” as he gestured towards his billfold. Now with time to spare, the remaining men began looking around, only to find the place littered with bones, hieroglyphics and a few inexpensive artifacts spread across the room. But what really caught the crew’s attention was that there was no other door, slit or obvious exit to be seen. Looking to Grey for answers, one of the crew asked, “So now what we do? For I not go back out, where those things are!’ as he looked around hoping his own people would agree with him, no matter how cowardly it sounded. But then, just as the men awaited to hear Grey’s response, an odd rumbling sound resonated from all sides. Immediately, two of the far walls began moving in with a creaking sound, as they were closing in from both sides, at a slow and eerie pace, turning the room into a slow working death trap. Instinctively the men began pushing against the walls without hope, for the force behind the walls was seemingly endless. Now with less than five minutes until they would all be crushed to death, even James was hoping that Grey could find a way out before they all died!

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As the room slowly tightened and slid closer and closer into the center, within meters of the two opposing walls descent, the crew pursued any attempt to stop it. Pushing back, trying to pry open the trapdoor, as well as all other quick-witted ideas, they moved with urgency in their bones. Calling for assistance in the spots that they pried at with dear cling for survival, looking to the silver-eyed outlaw for leadership, the silent figure stares around at the flat surfaces of grime and dried blood marks, from futile attempts that came long before them. As the two brothers thought, to the conquistadors that must have died in this chamber over the years, drawing the cold eyes of Grey to notice that the pirate was still wearing the steel hat of the now-soulless captain, which he stole all so long ago. Containing his attention for a split second of the heightened situation of stress and worry, the drunkard remembered the domed helmet of Barbossa that has been on his head this entire time. Pulling it down with wondering eyes, as his sights shined with an idea.

“What’s goin’ through ye noggin?”, the cowboy muttered, as his dark haired partner pulled out his boarding axe and immediately dropped to the dirt floor. Driving the spiked end of the weapon into the ground, a puff of dirt clouded the result. “That’s not gonna work, mate…these floors are too thick to dig through, in time…”, Grey spat under the rumble of the wall and the chaotic panic of the crew, who were hacking at the wall with their own axes. However, the pirate had no plan to dig his way out of the doomed situation that they had on their soon-to-be-flattened hands. “Mmm, not mi plan, know?”, Bourbon spat out dirt and dust, as he beat a hole deep enough in hollow size, before pointing to the number on the wall. A six in Awenativian characters, over the threshold that entombed them in, “Xzix”, Bourbon muttered in the native language, while Grey pierced sight on the wall. Slyly sneaking a stick of dynamite out of his partner’s satchel, the daring swashbuckler drove it into the tight hole that he made. Until it was deep within the floor of solid rock, the survivalist of the two turned to realize what the pirate was doing.

However, as his grubby hands snatched the burning cigarillo out of the stilled lips of the cowboy, with a confused set of brows being returned to him, Bourbon lit the stick and quickly placed the metal helmet over it. Intending to dome in and compress as much force as he could, Grey looked around and shouted, “Take cover, lad!!!”. Standing before the sizzling wick of sparking flames, the two brothers took deep breaths, within the couple of seconds that it took the blasting cap to explode. And, the long blood-red stick of nitroglycerin blew with much force and strength. Tearing through the dirt that hugged it tightly, yanking a huge hole in the center of the room, a flash of smoke clouded the sound that erupted and popped the eardrums of the unfortunate. Sending the standing Grey tumbling into the pressing, Bourbon and the scorched helmet were born punched by the explosion and driven into the ceiling before falling at backlashing speed and crashing into the black floor beneath.

“BOURBON!”, the cowboy grunted, as he heard a screeching splash. Lumbering to his discombobulated boot heels, “BK, find him…”, Grey ordered for the wolf-dog to pursue the safety of the rowdy of the two, as the canine leaped into the gaping hole with aggression. “Y'all alright?”, the pained breath of the cowboy muttered, with one quick look around, “James? Lu? quickly, hurry...”. Checking sight of everyone, seeing their labored breath, far from dead but shaken pass ‘good’, the outlaw grabbed his partner’s axe, before diving down the blackness after his Brother.

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Level Xzix (Six)

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Hitting the body of water that filled the sixth chamber, the large pool of darkness splashed and swayed with the three beings. “Bourbon!?!”, Grey called, before seeing the walled torches along the edges of the room. Marking the two openings, one leading back up to the last floor and one leading down to the next level, the pirate was dizzily pulling himself up onto one of the mini-banks of sand and dirt for a few breaths away from the overwhelming water. As his head still throbbed and shook with the lingering sound of the dynamite explosion, the pirate lied back in a solace inhalation. Greeted by the dog, taking to land to lick the face of the tired outlaw, Grey soon joined the bank in clarity of the situation. “…dynamite? Was that really th’ best option, mate?”, the cowboy huffed, after a few tastes of fresh air. Looking back at the lying bucketed, “I hate puzzle, Grey…”, the brunette grunted off his lack of interest in searching for some lever to freedom. As a few of their crewmen followed and dropped down into safety, they knew not what loomed. Chuckling at the thought, Grey’s calm state was soon ruined by the yanking of his leg. Gazing down at the edge of the water, he gasped at the sight of a horrid creature. Around human size, the green beast bared the face of a fish, yet a beard comprised of tentacle. Green in swampy skin and gills, its eyes looked like black windows, as it yanked the cowboy back into the water.

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Drawing the attention of Bourbon and BK, they saw gunfire exiting the pool in various directions, as splashing waves echoed through the area. “Grey!”, the pirate pulled his sword, seeing the finned back of the marine man. Similar to the fish-men on the haunted ship, another one took to land to attack the drunken naval man, who swung his blade into the grotesque head of the swampy monsters. However, unlike in the realm of limbo, where their power reigned dominate, the sword slid into the beast’s head begrudgingly, causing black goo to splatter along the wall. Shocked by the revelation, Bourbon tried to retrieve his weapon. However, caught in the skull of the fishman, the beast grabbed and slung the pirate far into the sea of black water. “AAHHH!”, Bourbon yelled, eyes drawn on the creature who threw him, as BK tackled it back into the water as well, the swashbuckler landed in the arms of a shark-head creature.

Squeezing his with tentacle arms and a suction grip, the pirate cried out I pain of his ribs, as he fiddled for his weapon. Hearing Grey getting tossed into a wall, he yelled, “…they bleed…’em do?”. Pulling one of his readied pistols, with agony in his words, he unloaded into the chest of the bruting creature, as it bit down on the pirate with a dead reaction, dragging him into water. Leaving blood along the surface, Grey too pulled his revolvers, catching the eyes of his attacker on first sight. “Guy! Get out of the water…!”, he warned them, seeing some getting yanked down by humanoid sea-beasties. Further bitten and ripped by the creatures, one of the men cried out as a fishy troll-like being with the teeth of a Piranha and a head lit by bioluminescent lights, gunfire rang off in all directions as the gunslinger got to his feet and moved for the exit. "...com'on, fellas...get to the banks...", he called before firing at a fly-eyed monster, emptying six shots until the head bursted, Grey looked around. "BK! Come!", he ordered his pet to assured safety, after noticing him dragging the blood-gushing head of the beast, still bearing the sword of Bourbon. As he focused on the spot he last saw his partner, he covered the rest of the men, as they fought for their lives.

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Slowly but steadily the walls closed in, with an eerie cranking sound passing each second. Immediately, the men took to action, with half the crew trying to lift the wood plank locking the door, but by some mystical reason the plank wouldn’t budge. Instead they wasted precious seconds trying different ways to lift it, using all principles of leverage on each end to no avail. Now with the walls even closer, the men split up around the room, each looking for a different way out. Most of them posted themselves against a single wall using the combined force of their strength to counter it, but with every passing second they were pushed forward, digging their feet into the ground leaving a fleeting trail soon to be covered up under an approaching wall. Still they continued to grunt back in unison as they tried unrelenting, wedging any bladed object they could find into the fleeting crevasses around the edges. But each and every time the blade would snap in half under the pressure, sending pieces of shrapnel flying through the air. Now with the walls even closer, and all hope dwindling away, some of the men began to panic, including the youngest crewman, a seventeen year old lad named, Po’Yen. Like a chicken with its head cut off he ran around the room screaming,”We’re all going to Die!” wasting both time and oxygen in a futile attempt to find any hidden passage or trap door. If James would have had the luxury of time. he would have personally knocked the lad out, just to stop his excessive whining, but like most of the men he was preoccupied with leaning up against a wall.

It was then amidst all the chaos, that Bourbon stepped out into the middle of what was left of the room, and slowly removed the steel plated domed helmet from off his head. Naturally the crew took notice, wondering if the pressure had got to the Ex-Pirate or if he knew something they did not. Even Grey himself was curious as he blatantly asked, “What’s goin’ through ye noggin?” But instead of answering, Bourbon continued on as he pulled out his boarding axe and immediately dropped to the dirt floor. Then with just a few heavy blows, he dug a hole just a few inches wide, not even big enough for a child to fit through. Again Grey interrupted his partner this time saying, “That’s not gonna work, mate…these floors are too thick to dig through, in time…” as he naturally assumed the Ex-Pirate was trying to dig his way out. By now the men were attacking the walls with their axes, chopping away at all weak spots, only to leave frail scratch marks along the walls. However, the pirate had no plan to dig his way out, instead he scoffed back to Grey, “Mmm, not mi plan, know?” It was then James took notice, hoping that the drunken fool had a way out, as for now the room was one half it’s original size. With all other plans failing, James whispered under his breath, “Do what you do best you drunken fool and save the day..” when oddly enough Bourbon pointed to an enclosing wall and muttered the word, XzixNow completely confused, James was ready to give up hope, but before he could utter a word in confusion, Bourbon was up and on the move, ready to put his plan in motion!

Without a word, Bourbon raced over to his partners sad­dle bag and to everyones amazement removed a single stick of dynamite. Then, with the stick held high, he quickly dove back to his hole and shoved it deep within it, where only the fuse was sticking out. However, as his grubby hands snatched the burning cigarillo out of his partners lips to light the fuse, his intentions became clear to everyone. It was then as Bourbon covered the lit stick with his steel plated helmet that Grey shouted out loud, “Take cover, lad!!!” As the muzzled sound of a burning fuse fizzled away, the remaining crew tucked themselves away tightly in the corners. As usual James was one of the last to hide, making sure the rest of the men were safe, even including young Po’Yen. But as the room was now roughly less than ten yards wide, the men where resting over one another in huddled masses. Five long seconds later, an echoing boom roared as a quick flash of light erupted from the center of the room. Immediately, the room was filled with a thick layer of smoke, covering the backs of the men around the room, while lowering the visibility in the room down to none. As every man began rising to their feet, they all coughed repeatedly while swatting their hands through the air for a clean breath. But what was worse was the incessant ringing in every man’s ear, no matter how far away from the explosion they were. Even James was lost in the room, unable to see or hear a thing, just coughing fits like the rest. But with an every increasing cranking sound, the walls were still closing in, ready to crush the men alive leaving behind powdered bones and a river of blood across the floor.

Suddenly Grey shouted, “BOURBON!” as he heard a screeching splash from below, just a few feet under where he was standing. As the dust was now slowly settling, he called for his trusty dog to follow after his partner as he shouted out repeatedly, “Y'all alright?”in concern. By now the visibility in the room was returning as the walls were less then five yards apart. In the center of the room lay a small hole still smoking, no larger than a mans saddle. But as it was clear to all, that Bourbon had escaped down the rabbit hole, Grey quickly took charge ordering every man to blindly follow, with no other chance for escape. One by one they jumped down splashing into a body of water that filled the sixth chamber. Despite the fact a cold wind blew across the lake, the water was unnaturally warm. From the moment James splashed down, happy just to be alive, he let out another loud an uproarious, “Ya hoo!” as he floated calmly on his back. In the distance he could hear his partners arguing over the use of dynamite in a closed area, but James really didn’t care anymore. For all he saw, as he looked up through the hole above, was the two walls smashing together with enough force to crush every man in his party to dust.

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Then, just as James was swimming towards the shore, the water around him began to bubble. Soon tiny ripples washed across the lake, starting from the center, that seemed to grow stronger as they moved along. Suddenly a small hoard of fish like creatures emerged from the water and surrounded the men. Each creature was the size of a full grown male, with green skin and a beard comprised of tentacles. Their hands and feet were webbed, with scales growing up and down their body. Their eyes were cold and black, and their teeth were formed in layers, like a shark, but twice as sharp. Except for their intelligence the creatures seemed like something from the Jurassic era, but the way they attacked was cold and calculating. Popping up everywhere at once, they surrounded the crew from all sides, except for the few crewmen who had already made it to the shore. But even they were being attacked, as the fish men continued to attack in waves. Even James was caught of guard, as a fish man emerged from the water in front of him, slashing through the air with it’s claws while letting out a cold hissing sound, as its gills fluttered in and out. But with less than seconds to react, James instinctively reached for his bowie knife and in one fluid motion, sliced it out across the beast’s neck, just as he heard Bourbon yelling, “…they bleed…’em do?” and Grey was getting tossed into a wall by another of the larger beasts. As for the one in front of James, blood, black ooze and sea water, poured out from it’s neck, splattering across James face forcing him to choke and gag until the last of it’s life giving fluids spilled out.

Now with a war on all fronts, seven of the Outlaws crew, were already dead. There lifeless bodies were now being ripped apart by a flurry of fish men, attacking in numbers like their ancestral piranhas. But along the shore, the fight was in favor of the humans. With their rifles already up and aimed, it was easy pickings knocking off the fish men one by one as they charged out of the lake and on to the land. In the mean time, a few of the crew took it upon themselves to save the men in the lake by tossing out a rope line, then hoisting them to land in order to increase their numbers. After a long and stretched out fight, the lake was now covered in a thick layer of blood, with dead bodies floating on top. The chamber reeked of decay and gun smoke, but through it all the remaining survivors of the crew made it to shore, including James, Lu’Kor and even young Po’Yen. As for the Grimm Gold Brothers, both James and the crew would stop at nothing to ensure their safety no matter what the cost. Meanwhile, the crew continued picking off the fish men with suppressing gun fire, with every shot riddling through their slimy wet flesh. It was then the fish men acted out of character. Instead of the relentless nature to rip and tear through anything in their way, they slowly and carefully snuck back in to the safety of their lake. Never turning their backs to the humans, they submerged their bodies until only their eyes remained, peering outward in an ominous way, until finally they were gone from sight. Then, just to make it creepier, the upcoming bubbles and ripples created by their movements came to a complete halt, leaving the lake motionless, as if nothing ever happened, except for the numerous dead bodies floating atop of the already still lake.

Immediately young Po’Yen shouted, “We’ve won!” but the older and wiser men of the party new better. Despite all signs the fish men were far from gone, and even as James was reloading his weapons he commented, “We’ve won nothing. We’ve lost a lot of good men, and a lot of good ammo. And those fish things are only biding their time.” He then stroked his chin in deep thought as he continued, “...and that’s what scares me!” But one never to pass up on an opportunity, the wisest option was to leave as quickly as possible and get as far away from the lake as they could. Because of that, James looked to Grey for agreeance and suggested, “Alright everybody, lets move down quickly to the next chamber, before those fish things regroup. We can tend to our wounds when we get there.” Together they hobbled their way down a short dark shaft lit by the same bioluminescent glow from the fish men. Eventually they made their way down to the next chamber and upon arrival they discovered it was a weapons room. Every inch was filled with rows upon rows of weapons appropriate for Draco’s era, with even a few highly advanced for such a time. Without a seconds thought for traps, many of the crew men began claiming the weapons for themselves shouting, “Now these will bring a fair coin for sure.” but as they raised the swords up high, they crumbled to dust like the natives dreams for some fast money. Still the handles, sown together with high end quilts, would bring in some small reward, despite the years of rotting away. Unfortunately none of this interested James, for at the moment as half of the men were in need of medical attention.

As Lu’Kor was the only crew man trained in first aid, he began assessing the mens wounds then reported to the Outlaws. “Its not as bad as it looks. I not speak in false tongue many need time to rest. Most survive with flesh wounds, but it is three who worry me.” He then waved his hand in a follow me motion as he made his way over to three men resting in the corner, with a look of death across their faces. Unsure what to do he inform the Outlaws, “These three I’m not sure of. All I can say is was the sea beast bitethem and it reeksof bad poison.Not sure they can be saved.” By now the crew took notice, gathering around as they looked down upon their fellow man in pain. As expected the three men moaned in agony, as sweat poured down their face. Their skin was already cold and their face void of color. Every man in the party new their time was coming, as many of the crew began singing their death song. In a pathetic attempt to make a name for himself, young Po’Yen stepped forward with his rifle firmly in hand. In a brash way he informs the party, “I will do what is honor bound and send them all to the next land, where they can walk together as Warriors!” But as the act of killing another warrior, even if dying, was considered a major taboo, the rest of the crew did what only they could and in unison, they turned their back to him in disgrace and left him alone in total silence. Naturally young Po’Yen was confused, unsure of what was wrong, and continued on with his plans for murder, as if it was his highest calling, with only the three Outlaws able to stop him.

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But before anyone could make a move or say a word, the three dying men leap to their feat and let out the same cold hissing sound as the fish men. Then in less than a second, their bodies began morphing into another fish man frame, beginning with their ears folding inwards and a row of gills appearing along the sides of their neck. Finally a thick layer of scales protruded from their skin as their eyes pulled back to their side, with their pupils taking on an aquatic tone. All in all it took only a few seconds, in which James was caught in a state of awe, until one of the three fish men opened his jaw wide and bit out to the closest piece of flesh it could find, young Po’Yen’s shoulder. Hearing a boyish scream, the crew immediately turned around with their weapons at the ready, while at the same time James was stepping back to a safe distance. As young Po’Yen was now bleeding out and the three fish men ready to fight, it was obvious to all what was going on, but only James was brave enough to say it. “Its the fish mens bite, it’s some how contagious.” He then looked back to Po’Yen, seeing nothing more than a frightened child before him, and regretfully remarked, “...and that means you toowill become one.” With the stakes now raised to a hold new level, the crew were ready to kill the fish men, but unsure of what to do with Po’Yen. But the biggest concern was now who else was bitten in the fight, as one or two of the men were sure they saw Rumgold being bitten earlier.

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As eel-creatures and tentacles flung with aggression, wrapping around gunfire and a hail of led and flames, the fishmen and crewmen fought with vigor. As darkness lunged onto the backs of the sweating, drenching them in the chills of the watery cave, Grey sat ashore and aimed his revolvers at the bay, looking for his brother-in-arms. Ringing ears to the point of soundless vision, his smoky eyes pierced into the water that buddle with blood, like the reddened sea of Egypt. Smoke and fire flushed the room into an apocalypse of warring death, shooting up debris from the tunnel walls and ceiling, and splashing up water. Dragging limbs and body chunks through the waves of chaos, the swinging pirate used his backup sword to slice bits and pieces to shreds. Since his cutlass was still jammed into the head of another, he was left with his rapier to thrust and slash for freedom. Holding the throat of the beast who bit him, dead and badly battered to a mush, Bourbon walked through dim lighting that released his true self of rotted flesh and bone.

“Bourbon! We need to move…”, Grey shouted through the echoing gunfire of deafening noise, as the screams of the dead filled his ears, the swashbuckler’s bony hand of tattered skin dug into the gurgling face of the amphibian-man-thing. Sliding across the sand with torn tentacles and broken legs, Bourbon smiled and tossed the remains of the body to his wolf-dog, whom was in the midst of chewing the dead for certainty of their death. “Good laddy…mi see ye kept a watchful eye upon me trusty blade, the pirate smiled and regaining his primary blade of bronze. “…ya alright?”, the low-growl came from Grey, as he stood and stepped close to the side of his brother, while still flanking the side of the struggling men. “Ay, matey…com’ on…”, he gestured before stepping through the threshold and down the flight of stairs, leaking water and liquids of swampy substance through his exposed skeleton. Followed by a whistle from the cowboy for their canine to hurry, the dog quickly followed before Bourbon, as Grey held the door in repeated gunfire. “Ye may want to cover ye’self, mate”, knowing that the shift was due to the lengthy amount of time under water and in the darkness, the firing survivalist warned his brother about his curse state being naked to the mortals that wandered with them. Leading the pirate to pull down one of the mortal flames, casting his human flesh back over him, as the light returned his natty human presence, “..happy now?”, he lowly muttered in joking spirit, until he saw BK growling at the liquid that poured out of his bony figure. “What’s wrong wit’ ye?”, he looked down to the dog with little more than a grazing thought, quickly persisting to the descent. Waiting until everyone got through, the gun-slinging outlaw stepped through last.

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Level Pf'avi (Five)

The famous Tzorata blade, primary sword of the warriors of Awenativia
The famous Tzorata blade, primary sword of the warriors of Awenativia

A chamber littered in rows of 14th century weaponry and armour, planted on the walls and lying on shelves, medieval Awenativian tools of warfare. Six foot tall battle spears, equipped with feathered flairs around the foot vertical scythe blade, stood in place as the men began owing and awing in marvel over the grand arsenal of the war-waging Tzas of the nation of Awekia. Ancient fafuna swords, curling in an angelic glow of silver, rivalling the appearance of the katana in grace and nimbleness, round moon-shaped lu hwana axes of intimidating size and teardrop-shaped putza clubs of mesmerizingly beautiful pounamu, the crew wandered through the room, coloured in lime golds and warming yellows. As one of the flexed the strength of a traditional bow and arrow, another gazed into the unique engraving on the sheaf of a row of Tzorata swords. Each displaying art and characters specifically dedicated to spirits of the past, the men, few of them connected to the past of their ancestors, bowed at the sight of a sacred weapons.

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As Bourbon and Grey looked around for signs of danger, ignoring the consistent harmonic snarl coming from their pet, who was now smelling the dying men, sure that something lied behind this rather average collection of ancient artifacts, they passed rows of early wheel-lock and matchlock pistols of the early engineers of the Awekian industrial age and over to a tall standing statue. Covered in armour of the great Jadix warriors, it stood with the broad helmet of protection, status, and fright. “We’re gonna have t’ alert Jest of this, when we get back…”, Grey muttered with his first thought of their employer, as his eyes glared into the numerous weaved plates of steel that composed the usual body armour of these warriors. “Ay, he’d want t’ catch eye t’ these…”, Bourbon agreed with the suggestion, before seeing a wooden drum full of copper coins. “Eyy”, he lowly muttered, with sparkling eyes full of joy in seeing the ancient currency of the natives’ civilization. Thin and covered in intricate markings, they were obviously old, likely older than Draco and the men of his that brought them here, Bourbon began to reach down and grab them before his rushing hand was stiffly grabbed by his brother. Jerking his head up in confusion, the often-silent cowboy gestured his head in the direction of the further staircase, prompting a sign that said Fae’w (four). The pirate immediately understood his partner’s suspicion, reframing from touching the artifacts, and settling on pursuing the treasure that should be at the final level, Bourbon’s thoughts were interrupted by the wolf that stood between his legs. Tilting his head in their directions, his eyes and attention was focused on the dying men. Still growling and snarling at the foresight of danger that he sensed, the two had no knowledge. “Wha?”, the privateer remarked with a quick look to the medical display at saving the hopeless, in his meek opinion, “Ay, BK, get ye head out of paranoia…nothin’ be thar but death, mi boy…”. Letting go, Grey began moving for the bamboo railing to see that the case let down into a lit room of barrels.

However, before he could continue, both of the two brothers froze at the sound of the youngest lad’s scream. Returning to the men with quickness, they heard the barking of the dog, who was finally met with what he feared, the three fishy being stood in readied stances for a hungered battle. “What in bloody tarnation?”, the cowboy spat with his hand on his gun, as he partner pulled his sword. Immediately, they heard James’ comment about their contagious bite, inflicting the transformation into those things. Startling the two outlaws, BK began barking aggressively at the now-tearful lad, doomed by the large blood-oozing wound on his arm. Heart pumping with intensity, Grey tightened his eyes and glared at his brother, who grabbed his gun upon catching sight of the hideous beasts-for-men. Pulling his pistol with steadied force, he aimed his softened eyes at the poor lad before following them with the hardened eyes of his barrel. And, before anyone could think, Bourbon pulled the trigger and fired a ball of black led into the dead-center of Po’Yen’s forehead.

Dropping slowly, before he could process the scene or where the blink of light came from, the boy’s brain matter splashed along the front of one of the many suits of Jadix armour, as he fell into a flashing end. In the same time that Bourbon executed the infected one, Grey drew both of his revolvers. Like the gunslinger he was, spinning them upon his hips, he fired within seconds and hit the motioning shoulder of one of the leaping creatures. Whereas, the other two darted into the safety of stealth and hidden attack points, the outlaw lifted his secondary firearm and blew off the head of the recoiling reptilian. Watching green blood pop from the head like a watermelon, they two brothers immediately dropped into a crotch. “GET DOWN!!!”, they yelled, as the turned back-to-back, in the middle of the room, they reloaded and listened to the growls of the canine, with drips of sweat beading down their noses.

The room instantly blew into darkness, with the candled flames all being blown out, leaving the group in blackness. “…what should we do, Grey?”, the pirate stated, as the dog continued barking. With the men breaking into hiding spots of cover, they heard a yell of agony, as one of the remaining crewmen was attacked and bitten. Followed by the shots of a gunman closest to the location of the scream, “DANM, missed…”, they heard scurrying crawling through the maze of artifacts. As the two outlaws sat in the dark, they slowly fell back into their cursed undead state. Glowing like a bioluminescent light, the skeleton forms presented a loose amount of pale light in their immediate location. Where they placed their attention, with bayed guns and pumping hearts, they heard the transformation of the recently bitten. Lanching himself though the air and onto the ceiling, both men stood and fired zipping flashes of flames into its direction. Though, moving to fast for them to get a clear shot, the blasting sound caused a flank of the remaining two fish men, who hustled from their own spots and over to whoever them could grab. “On’guard, maties!!!”, Bourbon roared to the men, as both him and grey unloaded onto the sprinting creatures.

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