As the race between Quindarius Tyerucker and Kacey Dream finished up, at the prow of the ship a phantasmal figure watched the proceedings with approval. "Argh these certainly be the best that Palm Beach has to offer matey." As he said this Ghost Pirate noticed a shadow fall upon him from behind...
With a flicker he turned around to confront the figure that had somehow managed to sneak up on him. Looming over and blankly staring at him was the gaunt figure of Cort Alain, the agent of Kacey Dream. He was dressed in a slick all black suit and carried a black cane with a silver skull head. He was eerily illuminated in a red pallor from the flare light that was still being cast down upon them. The race had lasted less than a minute and everyone was still celebrating on the deck below them. If Ghost Pirate still had a stomach he would say he had a pit in it; somehow this strange silent man who had managed to sneak up on a ghost also scared the bejesus out of him.
"Ahoy there, ye'd best get away from me if ye know what's good for ya! I'm not causing any trouble but yer asking for some!" Cort's face split in half with the widest and creepiest smile Ghost Pirate had ever seen. Without saying a word he pointed at the ghostly saber sheathed at GP's hip. "Argh, what do you want with me ye lunatic?!"
Cort silently held his ebony cane up in the air and pulled it apart, revealing it to be a cleverly disguised sword. GP recognized the shimmer of silver and felt where his heart should have been go cold. Cort web brandished his blade of ethereal death and hissed a single word. "Draw"
"Alright murder man, let's see what yer made of. Having a blade is one thing, knowing the blade is another thing entirely." With that GP drew his saber and raised it just in time to deflect a tremendous overhead blow from Cort. The strange silent man moved as smoothly and as quietly as the wind, every motion seeming to lead to the next. GP found himself on his heels, barely able to defend himself as Cort pressed the attack. Not only did this strange man know the blade, he had mastered it in a way that GP never had. It was probably all that rum and grog slowing him down. Despite their intense battle raging very close to the festivities, the party was raging even harder so nobody noticed what was happening to their beloved ghost pirate above them.
Ghost Pirate found it increasingly hard to defend himself so he decided to implement a little desperate trickery. As Cort delivered a vicious horizontal slash at his neck GP made his legs incorporeal and sank into the deck to his waist. As he did this he surged forward and drove his saber up towards Cort's chest. Cort used the momentum of his own slash and was barely able to spin out of the way of GP's thrust. Cort continued this spin while swinging his sword down and quickly sweeping it across the ground toward Ghost Pirate. GP panicked and was forced to leap up and backward to escape the low sweep. He landed back on the deck falling back on his heels.
Ghost Pirate looked around him and realized he was being forced closer and closer to the edge of the upper deck that they were standing on. The party was popping below their feet and GP's last desperate plan was that if he got down there amongst his Myrtle Beach friends than he would be safe from this murderous monstrosity of a man. He knew he probably didn't have a ghost of a chance to get away but he had to try. The flare was finally starting to die out above, submerging them both in darkness. It became even harder to follow the smooth, lightning fast movements of Cort with the lack of light. He decided to wait for the perfect moment to attempt his escape, just after he had narrowly avoided on of Cort's savage blows. When the time came he went incorporeal and tried to phase entirely through the floor to the deck below. Quick as a snake Cort struck his blade into the deck in between Ghost Pirate's feet. It took everything GP had to cancel his momentum and leap back onto the deck. He narrowly avoided cutting himself in half on Cort's blade and his hear sank in his chest as he realized that he wasn't going to get away from this after all. If Cort could stop him from phasing through the floor than there was no way to escape this madman. Still though, he had to try. "Ye damn land lubber, I don't know why ye have taken issue with me but away with ye! A curse upon yer name, a blight upon your soil! Even if yer accursed self manages to banish me, I swear this now; I WILL come back and I will exact my revenge upon ye." With that, Ghost Pirate desperately turned and tried to jump off the edge of the deck that he had slowly had his back forced to. The party and his friends were tantalizingly close but just when his feet pushed off from the deck and into the air he felt the cold pressure of Cort's blade push its way through his phantasmal spinal column and out through his chest. It only remained cold for a moment however as it quickly began burning him ravenously from the inside. Ghost Pirate felt Cort press his cheek against GP's ear and whispered,"I merely did this for fun. Now begone wretch." With that, Cort pressed his foot against GP's back and kicked him ferociously off of the blade. GP soared through the air and landed dramatically right in the middle of the party. As he hit the ground his core began to lose cohesiveness and he exploded into a spray of ectoplasm. There were screams of terror and sadness as the players slowly realized what was happening. Just as he was finishing dissipating he looked up at Hall pointed up at the upper deck and screamed.
"HE MURDERED ME"
With that he was gone.
With a flicker he turned around to confront the figure that had somehow managed to sneak up on him. Looming over and blankly staring at him was the gaunt figure of Cort Alain, the agent of Kacey Dream. He was dressed in a slick all black suit and carried a black cane with a silver skull head. He was eerily illuminated in a red pallor from the flare light that was still being cast down upon them. The race had lasted less than a minute and everyone was still celebrating on the deck below them. If Ghost Pirate still had a stomach he would say he had a pit in it; somehow this strange silent man who had managed to sneak up on a ghost also scared the bejesus out of him.
"Ahoy there, ye'd best get away from me if ye know what's good for ya! I'm not causing any trouble but yer asking for some!" Cort's face split in half with the widest and creepiest smile Ghost Pirate had ever seen. Without saying a word he pointed at the ghostly saber sheathed at GP's hip. "Argh, what do you want with me ye lunatic?!"
Cort silently held his ebony cane up in the air and pulled it apart, revealing it to be a cleverly disguised sword. GP recognized the shimmer of silver and felt where his heart should have been go cold. Cort web brandished his blade of ethereal death and hissed a single word. "Draw"
"Alright murder man, let's see what yer made of. Having a blade is one thing, knowing the blade is another thing entirely." With that GP drew his saber and raised it just in time to deflect a tremendous overhead blow from Cort. The strange silent man moved as smoothly and as quietly as the wind, every motion seeming to lead to the next. GP found himself on his heels, barely able to defend himself as Cort pressed the attack. Not only did this strange man know the blade, he had mastered it in a way that GP never had. It was probably all that rum and grog slowing him down. Despite their intense battle raging very close to the festivities, the party was raging even harder so nobody noticed what was happening to their beloved ghost pirate above them.
Ghost Pirate found it increasingly hard to defend himself so he decided to implement a little desperate trickery. As Cort delivered a vicious horizontal slash at his neck GP made his legs incorporeal and sank into the deck to his waist. As he did this he surged forward and drove his saber up towards Cort's chest. Cort used the momentum of his own slash and was barely able to spin out of the way of GP's thrust. Cort continued this spin while swinging his sword down and quickly sweeping it across the ground toward Ghost Pirate. GP panicked and was forced to leap up and backward to escape the low sweep. He landed back on the deck falling back on his heels.
Ghost Pirate looked around him and realized he was being forced closer and closer to the edge of the upper deck that they were standing on. The party was popping below their feet and GP's last desperate plan was that if he got down there amongst his Myrtle Beach friends than he would be safe from this murderous monstrosity of a man. He knew he probably didn't have a ghost of a chance to get away but he had to try. The flare was finally starting to die out above, submerging them both in darkness. It became even harder to follow the smooth, lightning fast movements of Cort with the lack of light. He decided to wait for the perfect moment to attempt his escape, just after he had narrowly avoided on of Cort's savage blows. When the time came he went incorporeal and tried to phase entirely through the floor to the deck below. Quick as a snake Cort struck his blade into the deck in between Ghost Pirate's feet. It took everything GP had to cancel his momentum and leap back onto the deck. He narrowly avoided cutting himself in half on Cort's blade and his hear sank in his chest as he realized that he wasn't going to get away from this after all. If Cort could stop him from phasing through the floor than there was no way to escape this madman. Still though, he had to try. "Ye damn land lubber, I don't know why ye have taken issue with me but away with ye! A curse upon yer name, a blight upon your soil! Even if yer accursed self manages to banish me, I swear this now; I WILL come back and I will exact my revenge upon ye." With that, Ghost Pirate desperately turned and tried to jump off the edge of the deck that he had slowly had his back forced to. The party and his friends were tantalizingly close but just when his feet pushed off from the deck and into the air he felt the cold pressure of Cort's blade push its way through his phantasmal spinal column and out through his chest. It only remained cold for a moment however as it quickly began burning him ravenously from the inside. Ghost Pirate felt Cort press his cheek against GP's ear and whispered,"I merely did this for fun. Now begone wretch." With that, Cort pressed his foot against GP's back and kicked him ferociously off of the blade. GP soared through the air and landed dramatically right in the middle of the party. As he hit the ground his core began to lose cohesiveness and he exploded into a spray of ectoplasm. There were screams of terror and sadness as the players slowly realized what was happening. Just as he was finishing dissipating he looked up at Hall pointed up at the upper deck and screamed.
"HE MURDERED ME"
With that he was gone.