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"Huh so its finally happened those bastards really did it..They killed me"

I laid on my back helplessly as I tried my best not too lose consciousness my body numb with pain. It felt as though my body was filled with lead with how heavy my body was and I could taste iron as blood flooded my throat and lungs. This is the first time anyone has ever landed a serious or fatal blow like this one on me and honestly wouldn't recommend it.

I've heard lots of different stories about what happens when you start to die but this is something I've never felt before. I could feel my body slowly lose all sense of feeling and yet I can feel and hear everything so much better then I could when I didn't have a torso sized hole in my gut and countless slash wounds covering my body. God my opponents were something else I heard they were strong but the fact they had such a large army under there control was ridiculous enough but those 3 were extremely powerful. I think this is the first time I've ever fallen down in a fight like this If I had the chance too I would gladly fight those men again. 

I'm glad that my life isn't flashing before my eyes like the stories say because that would be annoying. Most of my memories mostly involve people telling me things like "You are a spawn of satan" or "The world would be better off with you dead" just all sorts of insults that get annoying after a while. Honestly I hope the people who said those things too me ended up in hell after I killed them because I'm pretty sure annoying people like that is a sin or something. 

As I looked up at the sky which was now covered by a blanket of black smoke the sounds of battle slowly began to disappear as I continued thinking. I no longer heard the sounds of people yelling steel clashing with steel I didn't hear anymore explosions or gunshots no sounds of my men screaming in pain or even the sounds of footsteps as the two men responsible for this whole fight walked away from my body. They probably think that I'm dead and it makes sense I guess after all any normal person would already be dead by now with these types of injuries.

Man I could not die faster can I? Why is it taking so long for me too bleed out man this just sucks. In fact its sort of boring watching your body break down slowly unable too do anything too stop it. I feel like I should be more worried about the fact that I'm dying after I have spent the last 38 years fighting doing everything I can not to die but oddly enough its sort of calming. Painful but calming.

Its probably because I've lost all feeling in my body but even surrounded by a large battle its sort of....calm. I don't feel anything I don't hear anything it just feels as though I'm alone just me and my thoughts I can't even move my mouth too speak though so that sort of sucks. This sort of reminds me of the times as a kid when I'd just chill out near the ocean.

Huh its ironic really that I feel more calm then I ever have in the last 38 years during my death. Just like everyone else I've spent these last decades fearing my death more then anything but its not as bad as I thought it would be. I'm pretty I just got lucky though after all I'm sure there are some pretty painful and awful ways too go out so maybe I just got lucky who knows.

I wonder how the crew will react at me dying....Will they get sad? I mean I wouldn't necessarily get mad if they weren't sad over my death but i would appreciate it if they tried too avenge me. But at the end of the day all that matters is the others complete our mission. I wonder who'll take over after my death? I planned for it too be Edward but I wouldn't be surprised if other members tried too take over. They don't like how Edward is sort of a decent person which makes no sense.

 Wait a minute the others!. What am I thinking just lying down like this while my men fight for there lives?! I cannot call myself a captain after this pathetic display!.

Adrenaline flooded my body as my hearing and the feeling in my body returned. The sounds of explosions flooded my head and the unimaginable pain of my injuries flooded my body making every cell in my body scream in agony as adrenaline flooded my body giving me just enough strength too slowly start rising too my feet. Even though the pain flooding my body was enough too kill a man and the fact my injuries should've already killed me by now I refused too die laying on the ground like a dog. A true warrior dies standing on there feet.

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I grit my teeth in pain as I used my remaining right arm too grab the earth and use it too lift my body up my left arm already having been cut in half. I then slowly stood too my feet trying my best not too fall down due too the fact my left leg had its bone sticking out but that didn't I just began checking my surroundings before spotting a cutlass whose blade was snapped clean in half. 

There was barely any blade left on the cutlass handle so it would be useless as a weapon so I calmly grabbed the other half of the cutlass blade with my bare hand like a dagger causing blood too run down my hand as the cutlass blade dug into my palm. I would rather have a kitchen knife as a weapon then  blade without a handle but I didn't have many options. If I swing this blade with enough force maybe I could slice one of the peoples necks open but If I actually swing it with that much force the blade would probably cut off a few of my fingers so I have too make it count.

The two men in front of me who didn't seem that bothered by the battle surrounding them not even flinching as marines and my men engaged in bloody battle. However as I finally stood up properly the two turned too face me a look of other shock on there faces as I just stared at them madly grinning. 

One of the men wore a bloody white suit and black tie and was very muscular while the other man was very tall and muscular but wore a red coat and had a mustache on there face. Clutched in the mustached mans hand was a cutlass sword which was covered in countless cracks. It looked as though a small breeze would be enough to shatter the cutlass blade.

 The two men stared at the almost dead man in front of them in utter shock. They have spent the last 8 hours fighting this man with everything they had and they knew the man had incredible durability but this was ridiculous!. The mans left arm was cut clean off there stomach had a hole the size of a fist there shoulders were both cut clean open there chest covered in countless slashes and bruises. There once tanned skin was a red color due too the blood staining his flesh his once long hair was cut and wild looking like a beasts. There right leg was barely intact as it clung too there body definitely beyond repair. There right leg looked like a raw steak that had been sliced by a steak knife and there left leg had a bone was sticking out of its skin and flesh yet this monster of a man was still able too stand on there feet and grin at them. The mans grin was that of a demon there teeth sharpened like a beasts and there pupils thin and lifeless almost as though they were a ruthless beast staring down there prey without a shred of guilt left in there body.

The two men didn't know whether or not too be scared or too be impressed at the mans endurance. However they knew they were scared as an aura of sheer bloodlust leaked out of the bloodied mans body sending waves of terror through the duos bodies as they realized this demon of a man still had some fight left in there ruined body.

The bloodied man noticed the look of shock on the duos faces and that alone gave him the opening he needed too attack. he poured every ounce of strength he had in my body into his legs as he dashed at the man wearing a tie at incredible speeds there legs exploding in a burst of flesh and broken bone as he rushed forward intending too stab his head but in the blink of an eye his vision began too spin as he felt his body fly through the air. However his body was still able too slash downwards cutting over the mans left eye as there body fell down. 

Actually I don't think it was my body that is now flying through the air.

My suspicions were correct because as my vision continued spinning in the corner of my eye I saw my decapitated body standing in front of the mustached man whose cutlass was now stained red with blood.

Yep I was right mid dash that guy with the sword lunged at me and cut my head clean off. Shame too because if he had given me an extra second too continue my attack I would've cut that other guys head in half.

Its strange even though I'm not a specialist when it comes too biology or medicine or whatever I've heard stories that apparently the human body stays conscious for a small amount of seconds even after decapitation. I guess its true because even after getting decapitated I'm able too remember all of this and it feels as though like quite a lot of time has passed already but I guess too people watching this happen only a couple seconds have passed. 

Its strange I never once considered the idea that I'd end up kicking the bucket due to decapitation. I always thought I'd die too some form of Alcohol poisoning

Welp I guess this is how I the oh so great legendary pirate Rocks D. Xebec died fighting.