The battering winds continue slamming into both ships which come together upon the crashing waves, slamming sideways against each other. Ropes fly through the air, wrapping around the masts and sides wherever they can attach. The crew of the damned swarm over onto the galleon, crashing against the crew of the living with unrelenting carnage. The eerie lack of warcries from the dead adds to the reality of the monsters streaming aboard. Lightning crackles overhead, crackling across the dark and stormy skies offering limited moments of light. The ships themselves creak and groan as if in pain from the battle.

The creature grasping the helm of the opposing ship stands silent and unmoving, saving for commanding the motions of the vessel. Guards of skeletal construct stand around the helm in case anyone happens to make it there, but their mindless perceptions are blinded to the efforts of a simple yet clever girl using magic upon iron cannonballs. The objects near their target and successfully smash against the pilots head which is immediately crushed into shards of bone. The creature falls to the ground, no longer awakened. The guards, having no one to protect now, abandon their positions and charge across the edges of the ships to join the slaughter of the living.

As the bottle sails from the hand of the tiefling toward the mast of the enemy vessel, a large iron shield sweeps across and blocks the bottle. It shatters across the surface of the shield, drenching it in fire adding immediate illumination to all around its presence. From behind the shield, a large skeletal creature rises with a greatsword already coated thickly in blood. Its massive skull, irregular and elongated, turns immediately to the tiefling. Its hollowed eye sockets arise with blue and violet energies as its large bone jaw opens emitting an echoing scream cowering many of the living crew around its presence. It raises its massive blade with one arm, unhindered by the limitations of living muscle, and charges toward the tiefling intent on slamming him with its shield and following with a quick slash of its massive blade.

The wizard, Card, raises his hands high above himself channeling arcane energies as some crew work to defend him in hopes that his spells will turn the tide. The energies form together between his hands quickly before turning into a large flaming ball. He hurls the ball of fire forward into a group of the undead, shattering their ranks and igniting their forms. The crew around him cheer and take to decimating the flailing remnants of the fired damned. Arrows dart through the air toward Card, one smacking him in the shoulder immediately after the spell is cast.

The man in dark leathers swings his blade through the enemy around himself as if bearing the dexterity of an elf. His motions are fluid and clean, slicing through the damned as though knowing where to strike to bring them to a quick and untimely final demise. His eyes catch the wizard under fire from arrows and the large skeletal creature charging toward the tiefling. He pauses for a moment in thought, then turns and runs across the deck toward the wizard. Grabbing a bow from the ground and a quill, he knocks the first arrow and fires striking one of the undead archers. The creature falls over the side and into the raging black sea.