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capt deep pushed amo into her cannons, and readied her swords and other weapons. the rest of the battle-ready crew waited patiantly behind her. The pirate flag fluttered high in the breeze, but it was shrouded by fog. A small raft was lowered from the deck of the other ship. there were only a few people upon it, and they all were dressed like pirates. was there a pirate flag waving over their ship as well? they wouldnt know. they could barely see a few inches from their noses, much less hundreds of feet. but regardless of the attire of the approaching people they wanted to know what they wanted, and that didnt require fighting. "state your buisiness!" capt. deep cried out to the tiny raft as it drifted up to the starboard bow. the oars of the small boat came to a halt. the only sound was the slight crash of the waves. "I said state your buisiness!" capt. deep snarled, her sword uplifted. A crewmate handed over a lantern, and capt. deep peered for the first time at the faces of their persuers. the hollow, empty, shell of a face of their persuers. capt. deep had seen gruesome things, but there was nothing here that couldn't outmatch those sights. a sheet wrapped he empty gray shells, and the faces were that of a zombie. empty sockets and dry, toungless mouthes. teeth were gone, so they had no means of communication that way. they had nothing under their parched gray skin, just dust and intoxicated air. capt. deep almost dropped the lantern, but quickly regained control of it when she heard footsteps on the planks of her ship. they were under attack.