Turning towards the sandy shoreline which had been charred beneath the heat of the volcanic eruptions, the ashen lord’s snarls echoed throughout the eerily quiet fortress whilst the chunk of brimstone he’d created shimmered brightly beneath the sunlight.
“If Someone’s There, It’ll Be A Good Idea To Come Out And Surrender!”, Stitcher Jim warned.
It’d be wise to listen, the ashen lord had always been quick to notice the flickering of swift movement alongside the shadows that looked slightly different as a pirate and he’d be no different now that he’d been reduced to skeletal remains, despite the fact that he’s still been getting used to the skull that replaced his own.











