A few days have passed since the events in Noxus and the two hairy, gun-wielding criminals have already set sail for the port of Piltover. It is nearly sunset and the waters around Gangplank's ship are smooth, the captain himself is sitting at his desk looking at various maps, while Graves is relaxing next to him with a glass of whiskey.
"So, man to man, was it really you that ruined that pirate's eye?" The outlaw said as he was staring at his glass of whiskey. Gangplank sighed:
"To be honest… I don't know, I really don't know, lad…" He replied still checking his maps. But then he raised his head to look at his partner and continued:
"Ya know I always had that problem… Men like us always have that problem…Hmph… At least that was what me father used to say… I remember when Sarah was investigating her mother's murder and… the truth is… Even if I wanted it to, I wouldn't be able to tell if I was the killer. It was a burning hell those days, ya know, so many people, so much fire, so much death…" Gangplank shook his head in disappointment and returned to his maps as Graves was nodding in understanding. The latter started drinking again, but he choked and forced to spit out the whiskey because of the violent shake and the thunderous noise that were caused by something like a little earthquake that stroke the ship. Gangplank and Graves immediately looked at each other clueless. Then a pirate from Gangplank's crew quickly opened the door and shouted nervous:
"OY, CAPTAIN! WE GOT COMPANY!" In a matter of seconds, Gangplank wore his hat and belt with his sword and gun attached to it, as Graves quickly unpacked his shotgun.
"Quick, on the deck!" The captain ordered as the three of them were running out of the room. By the time they arrived at the deck, the place was a living hell, the crew was running around to find cover, from the cannon fires of Queen Elizabeth, the flag ship of the notorious pirate one-legged-Walter. Little fires were flaming here and there being more noticeable in the sky that had turned black only a few minutes ago, the sails were burned at small parts and everyone was screaming in panic.
"By the Kraken's teeth! Me thinks it is time for some payback!" Gangplank noticed and shot in the air with his pistol to give his men the signal to prepare for a cannon barrage as a response to Walter's attack. Quickly the pirates, encouraged by their captain, sneaked in the cannon positions and fired the bombs. The groundbreaking noise of the cannons and the thick smell of gunpowder filled the atmosphere for a few minutes as Queen Elizabeth got some serious wounds on its left side. Then it moved closer to Gangplank's ship while Graves speaking loudly asked his partner:
"What do they want?"
"One-legged-Walter and me self always had… Disagreements… But this is different, he crossed the line, and I have to ask him why…" The captain replied in a loud tone as well. The two ships collided with each other as they came close.
"AHOY MATE-YS! HANG THOSE BILGE RATS FROM THE YARD ARM AND TURN THEM INTO FISHFOOD! RESALTOOOOOOOO!" Gangplank yelled to raise his men's morale:
"YAAAAARRRRRRRRR! Was their response right before they threw themselves into battle with Walter's crew. Men from both sides were attacking while hanging from ropes, pistols could be heard shooting around all the time mixed with the sound of metal from swords that were striking each other hungry to cut through warm flesh.
"Take down as many as you can, I'm going to find Walter!" Gangplank shouted at Graves' ear and the outlaw smiled sinisterly. Immediately he engaged a Quickdraw, and turned a pirate that was ready to attack Gangplank from behind into a human strainer.
"I owe ya one" The captain acknowledged and started making his way to Walter's cabin by striking down with his "parrrley" and his grog soaked blade every pirate that stood in his way. After he reached the middle of the deck and had put down a couple of foes, he heard a familiar voice calling him right after he blew another pirate's face with his "parrrley":
"YA LOOKING FOR ME?" Gangplank turned his face up to see Walter standing in the little balcony right out of his office. He was a man around fifty, with grey hair and beard, a pipe in his mouth, a cane in his left hand, a wooden left leg and a deep blue sailor's coat and hat.
"One-legged-Walter, what do ya want?" The League champion asked angry.
"You. Dead." Walter replied and put out his golden handled cutlass. Gangplank then aimed at him with his pistol and pulled the trigger, but unfortunately he found out that he was out of bullets.
"Young men… Never hold back for when the time is right… Hahahahaha…" Walter mocked as a pissed off Gangplank grasped a rope that was hanging upwards and was tied to the floor. He cut it with his sword and as it quickly went up he let it go and landed in Walter's balcony, the moment that a thunder stroke in the night sky.
The two of them did not hesitate to cross their blades several times moving from the balcony to the bridge that was connecting it with the stairs. Walter was a very skillful swordsman and by that he was making up what he lacked in physical condition due to his age and one leg. He also used his cane to fight. On the other hand Gangplank seemed tireless and was lethal with the sword too. Eventually, after a lot of sword-crossing, Gangplank overpowered his enemy and trapped him between him and the side of the bridge. He was holding Walter's armed wrist with his left hand and pointing his throat with his sword.
"Ya'r finished Waltie…" He threatened him furious. Right then, the old captain stabbed Gangplank in the belly with a thin blade that came out of the bottom end of his cane. The champion immediately dropped his sword and fell on his knees, growling in pain.
"Hahaha… I was looking forward to this… Ya know, there can only be one owner of Kegan Rodhe's treasure… And that shall be me… NOW GIVE ME THE MAP!" He concluded as he kicked out of Gangplank's hand an orange that he was barely holding.
"I… Don't have a map…" Gangplank revealed as he was gasping.
"Look at you, the mighty prince of piracy… Hahahaha…" Suddenly Walter's laugh stopped, when a big explosion made his largest mast fall down. It was Graves who hit it with a huge gunshot that also caused collateral damage to the nearby pirates. Gangplank then, summoned his remaining strength and he pierced his chest with his sword, catching him off guard.
"Who told ya of the trrreasurrrre?" He asked the old man as he grasped him from the collar when he fell down.
"I… Had to pay… An old debt…" He said as he was barely breathing.
"An old debt…? To who?"
"To…"
"SPEAK!"
"To… Miss… Fortune…" Were the old captain's last words, as he slowly passed away. Gangplank violently threw him down with a surprised and enraged look on his face as he said:
"That whore… THAT WHOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!"
