The Accursed Island
Magica rubbed her hands together gleefully.
Power of magic, ancient laws,
serve my horrible purpose,
on this island ever accursed,
revive those who spilt their blood here for wicked purpose.
"Let us not forget . . ." Magica added:
Power of magic, ancient laws,
bring here the blue faced sot,
whose ill deeds have not been forgot.
"What's that gonna do?" asked Huey.
"I think she means business" said Launchpad, warily raising his shovel as if he meant to use it for a club.
"Let's not panic just because she threatens some magical mumbo jumbo," said Scrooge, sternly.
The mumbo jumbo over, nothing happened for a few seconds. Then suddenly, some sixteen or seventeen small clouds of smoke appeared on the far side of the evacuation. The clouds each dispersed with a "pop", reveal a haggard sailor with skin tinted a peculiar shade of green. Gruesomely enough, their clothes were both muddied and bloodstained; moreover, in places the clothes were either pockmarked with bullet holes or visibly shredded by some sort of knife or cutlass.
"QUACKAROONIE!" said the nephews.
"Zombies!" added Huey.
"Not just zombies," said Launchpad shakily. "Pirate zombies! And . . . they're armed!"
They were armed, with the swords and pistols they must have had on them when they met their end.
"Aye," Scrooge observed, remarkably steady. "The pirates who accompanied Flint on his treasure hunt. The mutineers from the Hispaniola - those who died trying to murder the innocent party."
All this time, the pirates had done very little but look around stunned, as if they had suddenly been roused from a deep sleep.
One more cloud of smoke appeared, it vanished to reveal a particularly appalling sea captain who was blue, not green in the face. Aside from the fact he had no eyepatch, he looked the very image of the face on the hill.
The sea captain's expression was one of anger mixed with a general hideousness.
"Captain Flint!" Scrooge exclaimed.
"Who died drinking rum at Savanna" Launchpad added.
Magica laughed.
"Seize them!" she ordered.
Note: Magica begins her spells (or a spell) with "Power of Magic, Ancient Laws" in Dime Enough for Luck, and makes sure they rhyme. As for zombies, that seems to be a fear of Huey, Dewey and Louie in Bermuda Triangle Tangle. The pirates are gruesome, to be sure, but no more so (in my opinion) than in the Pirates of the Carribean.