Blackbeard stood in the central chamber of the Order of Morganians' temple. The Great Seal of Morgana glowed red-hot on the floor before him. Sam was chained to the wall on the side, her arms strung up on either side of her as the chamber really was a dungeon.
Turning, Blackbeard saw Morgana appear before him. She had changed her appearance completely. She now wore a black leather suit with a black corset and an open black leather coat over it. Black leather fingerless gloves and flare-heeled boots covered her hands.
Seeing Blackbeard's surprised look, Morgana said, "I decided to try a new style, given that we're in days long past Camelot. How do I look?"
"Like a queen destined to lead us into a new age," Blackbeard said after a minute.
Morgana smiled, clearly flattered by his words. "Go. Assist the others in ensuring the Ghostbusters never reach here. I shall finish the work myself."
Blackbeard bowed quickly before floating away and disappearing.
Morgana then turned to Sam and stepped towards her. The young girl frantically pulled at her chains, desperately trying to get free.
"Don't fret, my dear," she said, gently stroking the side of Sam's face. "Your time will come soon enough. Then you shall serve the most important duty of all."
Sam spat in her face, and Morgana hissed menacingly.
"That's what I think about your plan, psycho," Sam snarled. "I'd rather die."
"That," Morgana growled, "can be arranged."