The Throne welcomes you Scourge…
[SEARCHING FOR SUITABLE LEGENDS…]
[CANDIDATE FOUND!]
[WARNING CANDIDATE IS STILL ALIVE AND HEALTHY!]
[WARNING CANDIDATE HAS ESCAPED DEATH MULTIPLE TIMES!]
[WARNING CANDIDATE HAS ESCAPED THE AFTERLIFE ONCE!]
Anchored near a tropical island stood proud a galleon in all its glory with its black wood and black sails. On the shore one could see the crew celebrating, drinking rum, eating and dancing for this was another day they survived and looted to their heart's content. The celebration only died down when the full moon rose to it's highest and even then one could one lone man sitting at a fire holding up a bottle.
Said man didn't react much to hearing footsteps nearing from behind him in the sand and only asked one thing of the stranger:"if you want to shoot me wait 'til I'm finished with this bottle of rum"
The stranger chuckled, sat beside the man and pulled a bottle of rum out of his jacket then asked:"You truly are a jokester my dear captain. I am not here to kill you and rid the world of one of it's greatest treasure and myths. Besides might I interest you in a rum you haven't tasted yet?"
After accepting the bottle and sniffing it for any poison he took a chug of it."Hmm good Rum! Then why are you here matey? You don't want to kill me and you don't look the part to be asking for a place on my fine ship, so why come to me?"
"I have heard of your exploits and am more than impressed. Reclaiming your ship after a mutiny and lifting the curse which was the reason for the mutiny, defeating Davy Jones and his pet kraken, for now last but not least besting death herself and escaping one afterlife. You have forge yourself to be unforgettable in this world, captain. So I come here to offer you a chance to be in a sense undying and be known not only in this world." he stood up and strode to a lonely door – the captain swore it wasn't there when they landed ashore – opened it and went inside what seemed to be some kind of bar. From the door he could hear:"If you want to hear my proposal please take a seat at the bar captain and don't worry there will be some rum whether or not you accept it"
Well at least he could hear the good man out and no it wasn't because he had really good rum. No that is all your imagination and certainly not the truth.
After being seated at the bar and served another bottle of that good rum, a contract was slid towards him. "Welcome to the Velvet Throne! A place where the legends, myths and exploits of Heroes, Villains and Monsters are recorded and preserved. My proposal to you captain is: Let me record your personal history – past, present and future – here and let this version participate in the Grail War to get the chance for a single wish. It would help you twofold – first a type of immortality, second a chance to get true immortality. So tell me captain are you ready for a deal to escape death?"
The captain thought quite a while about it while merrily drinking the rum. "Aye, you got your deal matey! For death shall almost catch Captain Jack Sparrow but never get me! Hahahaha!"
With a bow the man announced: "Then Welcome to the Velvet Throne, Scourge of the Caribbean – Captain Jack Sparrow!"
While walking out the Captain sung a little tune to himself that went a little like this: "Johoho and a bottle of Rum!"