Fucking Awesome Zombie Attack
Arrrrrgh, the thing with zombies be that they can smell living flesh. So, it was a matter of time before the scurvy lubbers smelled us out, and we, me crew and the Lemper pirate's, be the biggest hunk of living flesh they seen in a long time.
"Awwwwww fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," was all me navigator with turrets could get out when he saw the sea of zombies swarming towards the shore.
I ran to the window and watched as the Lemper pirate's crew ran out of their ships and began to fight the zombies.
Garrrrrr, it was an old-fashioned pirate-zombie battle.
"Jack, there be zombies outside," One-Eyed Phil yelled, entering me quarters.
"Aye," I replied.
"The Lemper crew be distracted, Jack."
"Aye, c'mon, professor," I yelled.
"Uhhhh, sir, don't you think it's safer to wait out the....," the professor shut his ass up when zombie arms crashed through the windows and walls in me quarters.
We ran along the deck, meeting up with Peg Leg Steve and then running down the ramp. We swung our cutlasses, ruining zombie shit, as we ran away from the action.
Eventually, we found a safe path into the jungle.
"Let me stay behind and fight," Peg Leg Steve yelled. "I've got some unfinished business.... zombies ate my neighbor."
Aye, and so we let him... and now we be in the jungle of Werewolf Zombie Island, the scurviest place on the seven seas. Onward to get that treasure that be rightfully ours.
"Awwwwww fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," was all me navigator with turrets could get out when he saw the sea of zombies swarming towards the shore.
I ran to the window and watched as the Lemper pirate's crew ran out of their ships and began to fight the zombies.
Garrrrrr, it was an old-fashioned pirate-zombie battle.
"Jack, there be zombies outside," One-Eyed Phil yelled, entering me quarters.
"Aye," I replied.
"The Lemper crew be distracted, Jack."
"Aye, c'mon, professor," I yelled.
"Uhhhh, sir, don't you think it's safer to wait out the....," the professor shut his ass up when zombie arms crashed through the windows and walls in me quarters.
We ran along the deck, meeting up with Peg Leg Steve and then running down the ramp. We swung our cutlasses, ruining zombie shit, as we ran away from the action.
Eventually, we found a safe path into the jungle.
"Let me stay behind and fight," Peg Leg Steve yelled. "I've got some unfinished business.... zombies ate my neighbor."
Aye, and so we let him... and now we be in the jungle of Werewolf Zombie Island, the scurviest place on the seven seas. Onward to get that treasure that be rightfully ours.