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Whipping out his pistol the evil Pirate King shot Hiro between the eyes and watched the boy collapse into a dead heap of disappointment. "Death by Suprise I suppose," Thatch chuckled as he nodded his head and his men took the boy to the side of the ship, tied cannon balls to his hands, and tossed him over. "Technecly fought him myself, didn't I?" His men laughed as they continued to dispose of Rro's crew over the edge of the ship, "so fatty, how shall you meet Relicos?" The bearded captain pocketed his pistol securing it between two others that were attached to his jacket. "Death by Fur?? Or Death by Rope???"

...Why did Thatch just call Ortho fat? Did he even take one look at Ortho before making that comment? "Before you kill me, perhaps I could straighten up your eyes a bit? They appear to be broken." Ortho knew he was dead anyway, and it's not like he had any real combat training. Might as well back-talk when he could. "Even if you do kill us, you will not get away with your crimes forever. One day your time will come, and on that day I hope it's one of my kind who puts you in your place."

Ortho then grabbed something from inside his robe. It was a vial of crushed herbs, a mixture of dark green and red. Ortho opened the vial and put it up to his mouth. "See you in limbo," he said before he dumped portions of the herbs down his throat. It was then that Ortho clutched his heart for a few seconds before a shock ran through his body , making him stiffen up and fall to the ground. Ortho had just downed a vial of poisonous herbs and had killed himself in the process, trying to keep a sense of pride by denying them the right to kill him.

"Hmm, last one captain, hope he chosses death by fur, shes iching for some blood" henry said looking at his blade as he stroked it with his nails.

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"What a gift you give!" Griffon scoffed. As his fingers curled around the brooch holding his cloak on he knew things were going beyond it's control. He took a deep breath. Illithen guide me, the storyteller whispered before looking up. "Death by fur," he said aloud, "an interesting way for a legendary storyteller to end his tale." His fingers released the brooch and curled around the hilt of his cutlass.

henry swung his sword at his prayhopping that it wont take long but was blocked by a sword. Henry smile dissappeared and was replaced with a growl.

The men drew their weapons instantly and pointed them at Griffon, "lower your weapons men, let's see this..." Ortho's body was pulled away and tossed over the side with cannon balls tied to his hands as the men formed a large circle around the first mate and the last member of Rro's crew. "Place your bets men, this figure has the mark of the traveler on him, I am quite exited to see if it really works how the bards say it does." Black Beard chuckled, "or if he is just going to be cut down like a lamb by our very own wolf." The two ships circled each other, Black Beard took his place at the Sky Rah's wheele and began to watch the two battle, whispering to himself under his breathe, "if Henry fails me he is going to end up like Sharp and Jawso... Marooned alone on an island, bleeding out and waiting for death to take them." Henry the Great, Prince of the beasts, was his third first mate, and the boys skills were beginning to fade, the ruthless pirate had been thinking of marroning him after his loss against Admiral Mars, but this was better. Thatch truly did not care who won this fight, both may as well die for all he cared.

As soon as Griffon saw the figure move toward him his sword was drawn, and just in time too. "Nindol zhah'na sel ulu uns'aa, auflaque," he responded harshly, his generally soft features hardening as his cutlass hissed out of its sheath and into the path of the oncoming sword. He reacted immediately, moving his right leg up in a hard kick at the man's groin as soon as the blade was parried.

The force of the kick send Henry flying back 2 meters but he landed on his feet. His sword caught the sun and flashed. Henry was mad now. He ran towards his pray striking in and upward motion. But he was a few feet short. He punch the guy squarely ing the face. "Time to for you to die"

Griffon stumbled back, his lip opening up and his mouth now bloodies. He twirled the sword in his hand once then swung a downward diagonal strike, this was complemented by a quick turn of the wrist to make the sword double back at the in-range target. "I'm already dead, furball."

Henry blocked the first strike but was surprised at the second. He jumped back as the blade swiped at him and hit him in the face. The force of it sent him flying back spinning. He land on the ground on his chest, but he got up onto his feet. Blood oozed out of the deep cut that streaked acrossed his face. He was furious now, "You will suffer the fate of your ancestors, as my kind murdered them all," henry growled. He jumped at the man faster then a bullet being shot out of a flintlock pistol, his blade out in front of him ready to his it mark.

Griffon saw the attack and dove to the side, just barely dodging the blade that caressed his skin. This tumble sent the storyteller sprawling into the crew-made boundaries for the duel being had. Seconds later he was on his feet again, but with something different in his hand. In Griffon's right hand remained the sword that he had used countless times. In his left hand was now a pistol, lifted quickly from the loose position it was kept by a crew member. "My ancestors lived good lives. You spout lies," he said coldly, the pistol pointed at the 'dog'. "I am most certainly dead, but I can take you with-" His last word was drowned out by the explosion of the pistol as it ejected the lead toward Henry.

Henry didnt saw it coming and the bullet struck him in the middle of his chest. He dropped his sword to the ground. He had surprise on his face. He clutched his chest and dropped to his knees. "I failed you captain, now its my turn to embrace my goddess." He fell face down and remain still.

Thatch clapped and laughed in a booming voice that shook the ship as the crew drew out their weapons. "You killed my first mate, how do you feel now Bard? Do you feel good about yourself?? Fufill end with life???" The captain vanished as his smokey body apeared infront of Griffon. "Now all you gotta do is kill me?" He winked at his crew and they laughed uneasily as they lowered their weapons. "Do it Bard, slit my throat, run me through, just TRY and kill me."

A crew mate asked what he should do with Henry's body, a remark to which Thatch snapped, "sink him with the rest of the useless dead!" Focusing his attention back on Griffon the Pirate King cocked his head to the side as he stepped into Griffon's blade. Smoke parted for the steel edge but Black Beard was unscaved by it. "I am no mere man Mr. Pardoner, I am the Pirate King!"

He gave the signal to two of his men who sheathed their weapons and grabbed Griffon's arms. Taking his weapon away, another crew mate began tying a rope around his throat as the other two checked for any daggers or Silvers. "Any last words Mr. Bard?" The other end of the rope was being tied to a cannon that the men were currently wheeling towards the side of Rro's ship. They would push it over and it would drag Griffon by the neck to the bottom of the sea to await his death of drowning. "A single clever comment before you meet Relicos, God of Death?"

Griffon was silent for a moment. The smoking gun in his hand grew heavy and he dropped it beside him just before he was grabbed. That's when the voice of Blackbeard became clear again. "It's a pity you don't place value on those that could work with you," said the storyteller after a moment of silence. "I've been dead most of this trip, and once you kill me you lose your chance of living forever. But I am just a legendary storyteller." Griffon closed his eyes and tilted his head up, "go ahead and finish me. It's your loss."

"Immortality through cheap stories you tell in bars for a silver or two?" Black Beard let out a thunderous laugh. "That's cute, but what you do not understand is that I am already immortal my friend!" Thatch looked at his men and nodded signaling them to push the cannon over board. "My story will be told by men who fear me and woman who urn for me!" Thatch was rather ugly in a dirty, scruffy kinda way, but it was the look the man went for. "Enjoy your stories bard... Tell them to the fish." As the cannon hit the water Griffon was jerked backwards by the neck, snapping his upper spinal cord as he was pulled backward off the boat and into the sea, as he sank he must have been surrounded by the bloated bodies of his crew sinking to the bottom slower then he was, descending into their watery resting place. The cannon hit the ocean floor and the sand around it created a small cloud of wet dirt that begin to settle shortly after. If the story tellers neck didn't snap maybe he could have tried to untie himself... But he was probably already dead by the time his body reached the ocean floor.

Back at Atlantis 9, York nodded to Iveth, Org3 was here. The giant steam powered warden of the place turned the large valve and opened the door bellow, nearly shaking the whole floor as he walked up the steps. "Good Luck getting the keys," York said, "your going to need it." The Rogue Prince continued to shovel his coal and watch as the warden waked across the prison looking around at all the prisoners. The plan was for her to get captured here and be taken to a lower floor but for for she reached Level nine, steal the keys and escape while York starts a riot on this Level. That would give the Admiral on the first floor a reason to open the top floor door eventually (the only key Ogre doesn't have) to send more guards in. This would then create so much chaos that, boom, York and Iveth slip out, commandeer a vessel, and escape. But neither of them had any idea how badly this would go down...

Iveth was beginning to believe that her hands would be stained black forever, and the dry air didn't seem to bother her as it had when she first arrived, however, the heat tempted her to cut off a good majority of her hair. It wasn't doing her any good with the heat it collected. Aside from that everything was the same, no day different from the one before. Somehow they seemed to prolong themselves to the point where Iveth couldn't wait till Org3 came by.

A whisper of a smirk ghosted over her lips when the ground trembled with the machine's arrival. "What good will luck do?" She adjusted the shovel in her hand, glancing briskly to Ramsley then the guard who was making his way across the furnace. She contemplated over attacking a guard or another prisoner. There'd be a riot brewing soon anyway, so she'd might as well take down the first guard. From this point on it would undoubtedly be a painful ride down.

Abruptly she swung the shovel around to strike the guard in his stomach. If he were incline over she would use the rod to force him to stand straight against her while she slowly began to choke him. Her intention wasn't to kill him since she did heed York's words.

Ogr3's eyes turned from green to yellow, "prisoner," the machine groaned. "Put hands on the floor for lashings!" He lurched, but when she began to choke the guard Ogr3's eyes flickered to red before returning to yellow. "Prisoner must be detained!!!" Lifting his hand up steam powered jets shot the Giants hand forward. Smashing heavy metal down on top of Iveth, the hand closed retracting. Broken bones cracked under Ogr3's grip. Once retracted he smashed his prey into the ground and Iveth passed out from blood loss... He dragged the girl down through the Hell of Heat, Hell of Disease, the many monsters in the Hell of Beasts cowered as Ogr3 passed through. Then into the Frozen Hell, sliding around in the cold snow caused her to return to consciousness finally. It had been nearly a day and a half as Ogr3 pulled the girl out of the cold and into the darkness as she faded back into unconsciousness.

Ramsley felt bad, he knew Ogr3 was rough but at the level he bashed her around he didn't know if he could rely on her anymore. And without her the plan could never work. Later that night York slipped out of his cell with his master lock picking skill and crept into the guards quarters. The 5th level was the most heavily guarded other then the top level since no guards patrolled on the beast floor, frozen hell or hell of darkness other the Ogr3. He slipped a letter into the mail shoot and when it wasn't caught on the fifth floor because no one knew it was coming a mysterious fuzzy hand caught it on the sixth floor...

Cotton Tail,

The nine full moons rise tomorrow, every moon will be full if you catch my meaning. Follow the dark woman, she has the stars in her hands and is coming up to the sky, Well meet in person soon.

Your friend, Angry Ram

York's pen pal started when he met a scientist bellow who thought that it was wrong to treat prisoners like this, even the worst of the worst didn't deserve the nine cicles of hell, that was Relicos; God of Death's judgement to make, not the navy's. So the scientist passed letters back and forth until he was caught and murdered by Ogr3. So now they used the mail shoot to get things back and forth. "That's the last letter we will ever share," York said closing the cage door of his cell closed behind him. Soon the doors would open and it would all be a chaotic free for all.

Somewhere deep in the heart of level six, there was a creature who sat in his cell, alone and hard to communicate to. He had his back turned to the cell door, trying to avoid all eye contact. It's not because he was a giant grotesque mass of muscle and bone, but because he lived his life in the cell as a very depressed creature. This creature, with feet the size of a horses watering trough, eyes the shape of footballs with tiny irises and pupils among other unpleasant features, and spikes on his arms as sharp as steak knives. ...which isn't actually very sharp, they're mostly there as a follow up to punches I'd think, was a strange and illusive being known as an Al'Mi-Raj. ...But at the same time, it's possible he was something else at one point, possibly human or another sapient? Al'Mi-Raj were known to be wild to the bone, and also highly dangerous, yet this creature was ginormous compared to a real Al'Mi-Raj, and didn't seem as mindlessly dangerous. Perhaps it was an experiment gone wrong? Maybe several. Who knows what his story is.

Suddenly, one of the guards comes to his door. The guard slips a tray through the cell bars to the creatures back. Tiberius reaches around and grabs the tray of food. He opened it to see typical jail food: Meat, peas and mash, but it would obviously not be enough to sate the mighty creature's appetite.

"Ugh, I wish I had more food," he said to himself. Eventually, he took the top of the tray and set it down before dipping his finger into the mashed potatoes in his meal. He smeared potatoes all over the top tray to create a circle. His fingers were too big to grab the peas that were in the bottom tray, so he used more of the potatoes to make two dabs inside the circle. Then he tore a piece of the meat that came with his meal and put it at the bottom of the two dabs inside the circle. It created a happy face. The creature lifted the tray and eventually a large tear fell into the tray. The big monster was crying.

"I... I didn't mean to kill him," The creature muttered to himself. "He just wouldn't get out of the way. ...It was an accident. Why did he have to die?"