Ghost let out a gasping breath and sat jolted upright, coughing up water out of his lungs. Rubbing his eyes and blinking away blurriness, he looked up with a confused frown.. he was supposed to be dead? He felt for the wound in his side, expecting pain.. nothing? It was just skin, as if it were never there

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Ghost let out a grunt as a knife impaled him through the kidney, black dots forming in the corners of his sight.

His crew was attacked, his captain captured and his friends murdered, he tried to fight, but he was overpowered, his wrists and ankles tied up as he bled out, thrown overboard and left to drown, his lungs burned as water filled them, he desperately tried to squirm. But his flailing grew weaker as he sunk, bleeding out, vision starting to blur.. the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a blurry figure in front of him

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Ghost looked around, he was on an island he believed, looking out to the rocky beach, he scanned the endless waters.. nothing, he was stranded.. he paused and looked down to his wrists.. the ropes were gone? Something must of set him free. He perked up at the sound of water splashing, whipping his head around in time to see a head peering at him through the rocks, quickly disappearing when he saw them. Ghost got up on weak legs and stumbled towards the rock formations “hey! Who-“ Ghost cut himself off.. he has to sound nice or he’ll scare whoever it is off.. “Hello..?” He said with narrowed eyes