I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination… Entering the realm born by human imaginations… Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination Virus is my slave Endurance my inheritance Growing and hunting in the boundless universe Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost In a battle of demons who can leave an immortal legacy A declining Trump card, Ultimate evolution! I’m… on a journey! We are one!
Sheyan unfolded his hands in reaction to Joshamee’s doubt, as he sincerely announced.
"I’m the third mate of the Flying Dutch man, you know that aye?"
Joshamee nodded.
"Aye."
"I don’t have to explain the curse suffered by the Flying Dutchman crew, but I managed to suppress this curse with a mystical method from the east. However, this suppression would gradually lose effectiveness over time. According to a renowned necromancer, this curse can be suppressed by inflicting a stronger curse on myself. Pondering about this, only that Aztec curse plaguing Barbossa and his crew is my only shot at survival."
"Therefore, I will bring the origin of this curse, the Aztec Gold, back to the east to research; in hopes that one day, the necromancers there can dispel it and free me from this nightmare. This is my ultimate goal....my apologies, Mr Gibbs. Now that you know too much, if you don’t cooperate with me, you know, dead men tell no tales. Do you reckon I possess such capabilities?"