He did. This time, he asked for the name of the pirate captain that took both of his legs. This pirate left his ship and traveled throughout the kingdom of Aragona, seeking this man. Eventually, he learned that his target had settled down near Madrid.

In the middle of the night, he sneaks into his house, takes out his saber, and slices off the man's legs. The poor guy bleeds to death, but the pirate has his prize, and with the necromantic magic at his disposal, he attaches those legs to his own.

"At last, I am free!" The pirate ran to his ship, and for one night, he reveled and partied and celebrated the greatest spoils of his life.

[Angus looks down at the fire.]

The next day, however, he realized that his arms wouldn't respond to his will. They moved, not wildly, but as if they had a mind of their own. He would reach for a bit of meat, but his hand would move to the left and grab a beer. He would grow hungrier, and just as he thought he would starve, he would regain control of those arms.

Then, his legs started to stand and run on their own.