Guybrush's POV
I opened up my eyes and slowly pushed myself off of the ground. My escape plan backfired a bit, but I still had the root beer safely stored in my jacket pocket. I picked my sword off of the hard, stone floor before setting off in search of Largo LaGrande. The Voodoo Lady told me someone resurrected him, or tried to, anyway. I set off in search of him, finding him on Scabb Island. He then lured me into my own trap, and here I am. I continued down the dimly lit path, even though I couldn't really see where I was going.
In the end, persistence paid off and I found a chamber with a chair acting as a throne. The room was too dark to make out, but the center was very bright. My pirate instincts told me to go forward, so I slowly approached the "throne". My instincts were right, however, and led right to Largo. He was sitting on the chair like he was expecting me, making me a little more anxious, but I gripped my sword tighter and prepared myself to grab the root beer.
I was just a few feet away when he turned and looked at me with an amused look on his face. He picked up his ghost sword, which was probably enchanted to damage stuff instead of passing through them, before standing up and facing me. I did the same, making sure to hide the root beer from him. We engaged in battle and soon I was sweating and out of breath from fighting. As much as I hate to admit it, I was loosing my edge a little, but I could still hold my breath for ten minutes. Anyway, I continued fighting him, pinning him against the wall. I took the chance to spray him with the root beer, but before I could, I heard his evil laugh. After that I felt myself being crushed before everything went dark...