Wherever they felt. The first day, they took him down to the cliffside. He walked along the edge of the drop, his legs refusing to walk to safely. They turned, in the end. One foot stepped off...
But the arm finally grabbed a branch at the last moment. The pirate breathed a sigh of relief, and he was temporarily given just enough control for him to run home.
The second day, the legs took him to a farm, had him sit down, and then the hands scooped up dirt and shoved it at his mouth. This went on for an hour, until the pirate grew sick of the taste.
The third day, all was peaceful. The pirate went to the local shrine and prayed for a way to exorcise these spirits from his body. "I swear that I will leave behind my life of crime and become an honest man!" he cried. But he found neither solice or an answer.
[A log snaps. Angus watches the fire shift, his voice lowers.]
That night, he dreamed that he was speaking with the two men he had killed. The mercenary spoke: "Now you will understand what it means to desecrate a body. These hands are not yours to control, so what power do you have over them?"
The captain spoke: "Vengeance is what you sought, and it is what you receive in return! Nothing can stop me from commanding what is mine!"
The pirate wept and begged them for release, but he realized that he was doomed until the day he died. But while his limbs were possessed, his head was still his own. He called over his right hand man.
"You! I want to be free of this torment. Take my sharpest sword, and cut off my head!"
"But captain!"
"Don't question me, just do it!"
Without any more questions, he did so. The pirate did not even run from the spot. And as his headless body collapsed to the floor, the spirits of the other men were also free.
[A happy ending, he smiles. Unless...] A year later, someone found that right hand men dead behind a tavern. Missing a head.
Some say the ghost of vengeful pirate lives on, finding new victims to use for a new body, never satisfied when they refuse to attach to him. If you hear the sound of two peg legs walking in the hallway, they say, beware of angering his ire.
[With that, he sits back and lets the story sink in.]
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But the arm finally grabbed a branch at the last moment. The pirate breathed a sigh of relief, and he was temporarily given just enough control for him to run home.
The second day, the legs took him to a farm, had him sit down, and then the hands scooped up dirt and shoved it at his mouth. This went on for an hour, until the pirate grew sick of the taste.
The third day, all was peaceful. The pirate went to the local shrine and prayed for a way to exorcise these spirits from his body. "I swear that I will leave behind my life of crime and become an honest man!" he cried. But he found neither solice or an answer.
[A log snaps. Angus watches the fire shift, his voice lowers.]
That night, he dreamed that he was speaking with the two men he had killed. The mercenary spoke: "Now you will understand what it means to desecrate a body. These hands are not yours to control, so what power do you have over them?"
The captain spoke: "Vengeance is what you sought, and it is what you receive in return! Nothing can stop me from commanding what is mine!"
The pirate wept and begged them for release, but he realized that he was doomed until the day he died. But while his limbs were possessed, his head was still his own. He called over his right hand man.
"You! I want to be free of this torment. Take my sharpest sword, and cut off my head!"
"But captain!"
"Don't question me, just do it!"
Without any more questions, he did so. The pirate did not even run from the spot. And as his headless body collapsed to the floor, the spirits of the other men were also free.
[A happy ending, he smiles. Unless...] A year later, someone found that right hand men dead behind a tavern. Missing a head.
Some say the ghost of vengeful pirate lives on, finding new victims to use for a new body, never satisfied when they refuse to attach to him. If you hear the sound of two peg legs walking in the hallway, they say, beware of angering his ire.
[With that, he sits back and lets the story sink in.]