How fuckin' dare he- how fuckin' dare he promise that he'll never die as if he was invincible or somethin'? He was an evil ol' crooked fuckin' pirate n' ya were that darn ol' drivin' force that's 'ppose ta stop 'em n' take 'em down; it's only fate that one day... One very sad, of course, you would all die.

But maybe it was simply the fact no matter how many times after those kinds of long n' fierce fights that Roger was still naive enough to have the wool pulled over his eyes n' truly believe that you guys would all live forever n' all the sappy shit. Runnin' 'round n' terrorizin' the Marines while ya'll were at it too. Heh... Truly- those had been the good days, back when ya'll were all so young n' dumb. Fuck. Where the hell had time flown? Really, Roger could still remember the first day he met ya n' fuckin' kept on naggin' n' naggin' n' naggin' some more till ya got all pissy n' angry with 'em n' started fightin', n' though ya would never admit it to the crazy ol' fool 'emself Roger had kinda grown on ya a lil', teeny, wee bit at the very least.

It was contagious. He was contagious. Roger; The head honcho n' Captain, 'course, with his joyous laugh n' his almost godly presence that would catch attention of everyone in that room whether if they were Marine or Pirate, friend or foe- secretly, deep, deep down... Ya hafta had a damn lick of respect for the man n' how he cared 'bout his friends n' booze n' some good food n' a good fight too... Yeah. Roger was a true man amongst all these other holier-than-thou Marines n' so-called "Heroes" n' then there were jus' the downright fuckin' stuck-up Pirates that were absolutely no better than yer average sea urchin lurkin' all 're n' there on the street somewhere. Fuckin' pitiful... But Roger was anything but that, never! Not the famed "King of the Pirates" himself. The Sun n' Moon n' the Stars too... Though, there wasn't much that the man wasn't. It was why it was so fuckin' unbelievable to hear that man was taken down by a mere sickness? How silly.