The Resurrection Saga

[Jack Sharkbane]

Disclaimer:
This is not meant to depict anybody, any actual dialogue, its just my excuse of a way to tell a story on how I came back.
This is for you, Del!
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And on the sixth day...
Part one in the Resurrection Saga

A man walked the streets of Tortuga as if he'd just woken up from the grave(which, Ironically, he had.) He wasn't sure what he was looking for quite yet, his shifty eyes looking around the pirate ridden streets.
I need a drink... Thought the man.
Still stumbling, in no position to be drinking, he fell into the doors of a well known tavern. He didn't remember how he knew this, just bits and pieces of his old crew meeting here for celebrations... that is, before it split apart.
All thanks to Swordbones... but he's long dead now.
This man, of all people, should know that death isn't the end; it's a setback. But his head was clouded.
Walking into the dimly-lit, loud and rather crowded tavern, he went up to the bartender and ordered a bit of some Black Heart rum, his favorite since the stuff he used to steal off of his mates.
The bartender just stared at him, wide-eyed.
"You deaf, mate? Black Heart. Now" Said the man.
The bartender hurriedly walked away.
The man turned to the crowd, see if he could get some information off of the locals. As he walked towards the mass of pirates, talking, joking, splitting the loot from their latest plunder, they turned to look at the Man.
The room went silent. This left the man rather confused.
One of them pointed and whispered to his captain, "look... cap'n, look... its him."
The large captain turned to look at the Man.
"...How the hell...?"
The man was now very confused. Why were these men so interested in him? Scared, even? In his cloud of thought, he tripped, landing right at the captains feet.
"Get up, dog." said the captain.
the man looked up. His eyes went wide.
"...Del?" said the man.
"You, sir, are supposed to be dead... you are dead!" Said Captain Delmaria Darkskull.
"Excuse me..?" Said the man.
"Don't play dumb with me, Jack. I saw you die, you traitor." Said Del.
"I don't..." Said Jack Sharkbane.
Then the bullets began flying.

[Swash]

You put Del and yourself in the story and you don't put me in!?! For shame Jack, for shame. Jk, it's a good story so far.

[swordshot]

Good story, Jack!

[Tiberius Fireskull]

Interesting... I love the way this is starting out... Very interesting indeed.

[Jack Sharkbane]

I have somethin' Planned for ye, swashy

Your time will come.

In the meantime, There needs to be a new installment...
But not now x)

Because I have some work to do.

~Jacky

EDIT:
As I find myself to not actually be working, there will be a new installment xD

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The Rock is Moved

“HIT THE FLOOR!” Said Delmaria.
Several men burst into the tavern, with guns a-blazing, shouting and cursing out Delmaria’s crew, mighty as it was.
“What the hell is going on?!” Asked Jack.
Del, who was ducked under one of the table, loaded up his pistol and shot at a man before answering. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d set this up to ambush me.”
“Sure, blame the zombie.”
“The WHAT?!”
“Long story!” Said Jack, throwing a knife in the direction of the attackers. One of the assassins caught it neatly in their left half of the chest. When they saw Jack’s head popping up, the shooting stopped. Jack gave a wry smile in their direction. One of them utter something in Spanish that sounded… surprised. And Quite fearful. Jack, of course, spoke Spanish and said something back that didn’t sound too kind. The would-be assassins ran as fast as their legs would carry them out the door. All but one.
“Just because you’re a dead man doesn’t mean I can’t kill you, Diablo.” Spat the remaining attacker.
“Delp-“ Said Del.
He would have had more time to say something… but the assassin was already gone. Leaving a grenade where he once stood.
“Uh oh.” Said Del and Jack in Unison.
Boom.
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One hour later…
Jack was stirring. His hands had been bound. And his sense of gravity was acting up. He missed this feeling. He wondered why he hadn’t done this in so long. He wondered why he hadn’t done anything in so long. Little did he know that his questions would all soon be answered.
Moments later, a man burst into the room. Jack looked around and just noticed that this was likely the captains quarters. Why had he not simply been thrown in the brig? The man walked up to Jack and put a pistol to his forehead. “Alright, Jack, you have ten seconds to explain what the HELL happened to you before I send you back to the locker myself.”
Jack didn’t panic. “I don’t remember.”
“Oh, ye don’t remember?”
“No… Not a thing.”
Del looked Confused. He was used to Jacks swarthy lies, and trickery, but he sensed a bit of truth in Jack. Which put him off a pit. He lowered the pistol, but still ready to pull it on Jack at any moment.
“Nothing? What was your last memory.”
Jack struggled to recollect back. “There was the three of us… Savvy had recently died… We’re all on the Shark… And Swash, he was there… and your Kid, Delpardos, or whatever his name was, he was there… There was a battle going on. A big one. And I don’t know who’s side I was on, I just know that I was losing. Swash was impaled with a sword. Delpardos was nowhere to be found. I… I was on the ground. You had me at swordpoint… you called me a traitor, a liar, and a scoundrel. And I attempted to disarm you. I then remember falling. And… and that’s it.”
Del didn’t say anything. There was a long pause. “You died that day.”
“…What…” said Jack.
“You died that day.” Repeated Del.
“How do you Know?”
“Because I killed you, Damn it.”
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