Mutants of the Caribbean
Epilogue:
Wearily Pietro dragged himself out of the water onto the gold covered shore that made up the caves treasure chamber. Though the sparkling treasure trove was bathed in moonlight that trickled down through a hole in the caverns ceiling the young pirate remained fleshed. Every aspect of his former pride and elegance seemed to have been washed away. No longer did he fly lightly with an unmatched speed, now he traipsed sadly over to the fallen body of his father. The dark dried blood on his shirt was all Pietro had to see to tell what had happened. His Captain was dead, his crew mates were captured, and his father's killer had escaped with the Black Pearl. On that last thought a harsh reality settled upon him, everyone was gone, he was stranded on an island without food or water. He looked at his father in distress, soon he too would lie dead upon the gold they had spent most of their lives collecting. Pietro eyed his fathers pistol thoughtfully, he noted that there was blood on the gold all around it. They'd all spilt blood on gold before to break them of the curse. . . Pietro's eye's widened with a sudden realization, he turned his head slowly up to the chest where the cursed medallions were kept. A second later he was standing over the medallions Lance and Toad's blood was still visible mixed amongst the gold. Pietro smiled wickedly as he swiftly snatched one out of the chest. He continued to smile devilishly as the moonlight shown down on his now skeletal form. All of his pride and speed had returned to him, he didn't need to feel, he didn't need a crew, he didn't need to breath. He only desired one thing: Revenge. He tossed the medallion over his shoulder and before it landed back in it's chest Pietro was gone.
Epilogue:
Wearily Pietro dragged himself out of the water onto the gold covered shore that made up the caves treasure chamber. Though the sparkling treasure trove was bathed in moonlight that trickled down through a hole in the caverns ceiling the young pirate remained fleshed. Every aspect of his former pride and elegance seemed to have been washed away. No longer did he fly lightly with an unmatched speed, now he traipsed sadly over to the fallen body of his father. The dark dried blood on his shirt was all Pietro had to see to tell what had happened. His Captain was dead, his crew mates were captured, and his father's killer had escaped with the Black Pearl. On that last thought a harsh reality settled upon him, everyone was gone, he was stranded on an island without food or water. He looked at his father in distress, soon he too would lie dead upon the gold they had spent most of their lives collecting. Pietro eyed his fathers pistol thoughtfully, he noted that there was blood on the gold all around it. They'd all spilt blood on gold before to break them of the curse. . . Pietro's eye's widened with a sudden realization, he turned his head slowly up to the chest where the cursed medallions were kept. A second later he was standing over the medallions Lance and Toad's blood was still visible mixed amongst the gold. Pietro smiled wickedly as he swiftly snatched one out of the chest. He continued to smile devilishly as the moonlight shown down on his now skeletal form. All of his pride and speed had returned to him, he didn't need to feel, he didn't need a crew, he didn't need to breath. He only desired one thing: Revenge. He tossed the medallion over his shoulder and before it landed back in it's chest Pietro was gone.