The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
Epilogue: The Guardian
Shaking your head in attempt to silence the voice, you hold the cutlass out for Rogers to take. Before your arm even gets fully outstretched, he snatches it from your grip. A wide smile appears at his scarred face as he feels the power flow through his body.
“It’s everything I imagined it to be,” he says swinging it around a few times. Dampier’s grip releases from his sword. “I must admit, it would take a lot of willpower to surrender this power. I’m sure you felt it too.”
“Yeah, I felt it. Too much responsibility if you ask me,” you say. “Besides, I have a newly outfitted ship that requires my attention.”
“You’re a good man, captain,” Rogers says offering his hand out.
You shake it and reply, “No I’m not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
Taking your promised bottle, you leave to The Sanguine. At least you try to. A searing pain rips through your head stops you from leaving the estate. The pain drops you to the ground. Your world and vision turns white hot as you roll on the ground clutching your head. You awake in an unfamiliar bed with a doctor hunched over you. He notices your eyes opening and quickly rushes out of the room slamming the door behind him. Hushed voices and footsteps project in the room through the closed door. Suddenly, it swings open and Woodes Rogers enters.
“What do you know of the guardian?” he asks.
“I know I likely can’t leave your side,” you answer remembering Blackbeard’s words.
“You are bound to me now, Captain. Together we will rid the Caribbean of pirate scum.”
“Great…” you reply in full-realization you're at his mercy.
Rogers offers a hand. “Come, we have much work to do.”
Shaking your head in attempt to silence the voice, you hold the cutlass out for Rogers to take. Before your arm even gets fully outstretched, he snatches it from your grip. A wide smile appears at his scarred face as he feels the power flow through his body.
“It’s everything I imagined it to be,” he says swinging it around a few times. Dampier’s grip releases from his sword. “I must admit, it would take a lot of willpower to surrender this power. I’m sure you felt it too.”
“Yeah, I felt it. Too much responsibility if you ask me,” you say. “Besides, I have a newly outfitted ship that requires my attention.”
“You’re a good man, captain,” Rogers says offering his hand out.
You shake it and reply, “No I’m not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
Taking your promised bottle, you leave to The Sanguine. At least you try to. A searing pain rips through your head stops you from leaving the estate. The pain drops you to the ground. Your world and vision turns white hot as you roll on the ground clutching your head. You awake in an unfamiliar bed with a doctor hunched over you. He notices your eyes opening and quickly rushes out of the room slamming the door behind him. Hushed voices and footsteps project in the room through the closed door. Suddenly, it swings open and Woodes Rogers enters.
“What do you know of the guardian?” he asks.
“I know I likely can’t leave your side,” you answer remembering Blackbeard’s words.
“You are bound to me now, Captain. Together we will rid the Caribbean of pirate scum.”
“Great…” you reply in full-realization you're at his mercy.
Rogers offers a hand. “Come, we have much work to do.”
