The Trouble with Undead Monkeys
Have you ever heard of a guardian for buried pirate treasure?
Of any pirate in his right mind burying all that swag in the first place? Right mind being a relative phrase, of course.
Well, then, how about an undead guardian of buried pirate treasure?
An undead guardian with very sharp teeth and manners that make mine look like those of a bloody Prince of England, who decides to guard the treasure from the very pirates it belongs to.
If the stupid blighter wasn't dead already, I'd kill it.
So, tell me, exactly how do you convince an undead, oversized rodent with a very long tail that it wants to cut itself, get blood on the amulet and then put the pretty gold back in the big chest of other pretty evil cursed gold?
No suggestions?
Barbossa must be laughing himself sick in Hell.
