"From the log of Guybrush Threepwood. A Saturday, if I'm not mistaken………
Here I am back on beautiful Chubb. Who'd have thought that such an insignificant chain of events would have led to the ultimate demise of the infernal cacodemon LeChuck? Not even my perceptive significant other could have predicted that the so-called Sanitation Commissioner was a henchman of our worst enemy, but now I know she'll think twice before dismissing my feeble ramblings as poppycock. Once again, the Caribbean is safe from the treacherous threat of the Undead; LeChuck has been banished to the nether regions for all eternity, where he'll have to face the cruel reality of Elaine's rejection without the ability to return and do anything about it. My peculiar tale has finally reached its almighty conclusion. It's safe to say that I, Guybrush Threepwood, really am a mighty Pirate. I mean, seriously. For real. I genuinely doubt any other Pirate has such an impressive lineage of adventures under their belt. And if they do, so help me - -"
"Guybrush," Elaine sighed from the deck chair beside him, "Are you nearly finished with that log of yours?"
"Just a second, honey!" he replied.
"And now, as the sun sets on my time as a novice, I can safely say that I'll go down in Caribbean history as the Legend of Monkey Island, the Swashbuckling Rogue who for almost five consecutive years has rescued the unassuming buccaneers of the seven seas from death and dismemberment. Though I look back on my adventure-riddled days with a fond sadness, I look forward to the future with zest and vigour, for truly I have satisfied my Youthful ambition."
"Elaine," he beamed as the first signs of dawn peered tentatively over the horizon, "My journal is finally complete. An absolute chorographical record of all of my misadventures, retold with no small amount of poetic flair and exaggeration."
"I'm very proud of you, Guybrush," she smiled, leaning over for a warm kiss. "I'll be right back, that snooty waiter forgot my complimentary beverage parasol."
He dreamily watched her saunter away in her denim midriff top and flowing sarong tied loosely around her surprisingly curvaceous waist. With a satisfied sigh, he placed his hands behind his head and gazed up at the lavender sky, the thick wisps of cloud retreating to the south as the sun rose ever higher.
"Well, Timmy," he chuckled to his primate companion, "I think it's safe to say we've both learnt an important lesson over these last couple of weeks, am I right?"
"Ook-ook-ah?" The monkey asked.
"Never underestimate the life-saving properties of new Grog Twist."
And with that, he took a hearty swig from his hollowed coconut, before passing out to the gentle melody of the tide.