A/n Hey guys sorry for the delay, I will try to update more often unless things come up. Anyways, on to the story!

Shadow Isles_Karthus POV_

Karthus felt like something was off. For one thing barelt any new souls were appearing to his services on the newly departed's blessing of their new undeath. Has a war stopped or a new disease cured?. Karthus wondered to himself. Just something else to prolong the inevitable? He would have to go ask the Gravedigger Yorick about the lack of the newly dead.

The Deathsinger then began to head to the shores of the Isles to find the Gravedigger.

Bilgewater_Yorick POV

Yorick had finished going around the island telling people to remember who he was and was now trying to figure out how he was going to get off the island. Most ships wanted some form of currency which he did not have from not needing it since he was alive. He could take the raft he used but that could cause issues of Yorick getting lost like last time.

While Yorick began to look for a way to get some currency of any kind to buy passage to somewhere else he did not notice a man in a blood red greatcoat approach his way. Suddenly Yorick turned around and began hobbling and went straight into the man in the greatcoat. The Gravedigger fell down on the wooden planks of the port and he looked up at the man he walked into. The man scowled and said angrily, "Be lucky that I have important business to attend to or you would be having a session of scrimshaw with me." And then the red coated man continued walking followed by a small group of men.

Yorick did not know who this man was but had a feeling he should not try to interfere with him considering the hardened sailors he had talked to earlier began to shake at the site of this pirate. While undead he still could recognize who you would not want to mess with, undead or not. So Yorick began his way back into the town to find a way to get money.

Bilgewater_Gangplank POV

Gangplank did not enjoy letting a man who walked in front of him without being on his knees begging to not die, but he had business to attend to. He could have his men take care of him later but there were bigger problems to deal with. The Reaver King had made it to where he wanted to be: The Syren, Gangplank and his crew began to board the ship where a woman with long red hair with two large pistols on her belt waited for the Saltwater Scourge. "What is it you called me here for Fortune?" Gangplank asked in an aggravated tone. "Why Gangplank is that any way to treat a woman?" Fortune said in a way no one dared to talk to the Reaver King but herself. "I didn't come her for games I came here because you said there was something important that couldn't wait any sooner Fortune." Gangplank seethed at her. "Ah, yes it is a matter of importance since it concerns all of Bilgewater," the red haired paused for effect, "The Harrowing.".

Bilgewater_Yorick POV

Yorick had amazingly enough found a job doing the same thing he did in life: burying the dead. Apparently Bilgewater's "king" Gangplank and his men had killed a gang that decided to attempt to not pay there dues with money and ended up paying it in blood. Although the burial process was putting the corpse in a heavy coffin then tying it to a buoy and sending it off Yorick could still easily perform this from his undeath not enabling him to tire or hurt from a task that would normally take a living man hours in only half an hour. When he finished he received a good sum of coins of varying cultures from the man who was originally assigned the corpse duty. "There you go little man, glad you came by otherwise I would be stuck on this stupid job all day and not be able to go get drinks at the bar, now scoot off!" the pirate yelled at Yorick, who had begun to hobble away back to the port now that he could pay for a way off the island and move on to make people remember his family name.

Shadow Isles_Karthus POV

Karthus couldn't find Yorick anywhere he checked the coasts, Yorick's cave, and the Twisted Treeline. The Deathsinger was very worried, without Yorick new spirits couldn't move on at the same rate since now only Karthus could let them move on to the next stage of undeath. While Karthus wouldn't really mind there was the issue of the Harrowing approaching and he needed to be with the black mist to spread the word of death to the mortal masses. "Maybe Yorick was summoned to a match by the League." Karthus thought to himself. He would go out to the institute to check with the summoners if Yorick was summoned last minute for a match.

And so the Deathsinger started floating towards the portal the Isles had to easily access the institute.

A/n ok so it's been a while since I have made a new chapter sorry about that. I have been very busy recently in real life due to sudden things popping up I couldn't control. I will try to update more often. Also I'm interested in anyone who might want to proofread my chapters before they come out. I will be working right now to improve current chapters before I work on the next chapter. As to some reviews iv seen:

Mitzuki05: I will continue but keep in mind that I do not update on a regular basis

MajorMagma: Thanks! The reason I chose Yorick was because of the fact he is barely used by the community and is scheduled for rework so I thought it would be nice to make a fanfic just for him.

Anyway please review to give your opinion on this since I want to imrove my story as best I can.

Join us next time to see where Yorick journeys in his quest to be remembered. What will happen with Karthus? What are Gangplank and Miss Fortune talking about the Harrowing? Find out next time in The Gravedigger's Journey