Based on the Volition Inc.™ game: Saints Row – Gat out of Hell™
JOHNNY
With these new abilities, savin' the lieutenants proved to be a whole lot easier than I assumed it would without 'em. Accordin' to Vogel, my first stop was Blackbeard's. An old sailor, turned pirate lord who had been murdered by the Leviathan. He had been here longer than most and knew New Hades better than Satan himself. That's why Vogel took him; that asshole always needed to play things safe.
The pirate captain was at his ship as Vogel had told me. The Queen Anne's Revenge looked majestic when I flew towards it, even for hell's standards. Her black, ebony and marble ornaments had now almost turned to charcoal from hell's climate just as the linen sails.
This didn' make the ship look any less pretty though but full of memory and radiate joy from every rope, lamp and nail. Blackbeard himself was standin' near the helm, fightin' off little devil-like creatures that were trying to saw through the wood when I landed on the deck.
"Oi, land-rat! Mind givin' me a hand?"
He shouted in the stereotypical pirate tonefall. It seemed like Blackbeard had died young. His beard and hair didn' have a single streak of white or even grey. Woven into his beard were the famous burning spots that puffed smoke intimidatingly.
His clothes were ragged and his golden hoop-earrings looked old and unpolished. The pirate's eyes glowed yellow and he had blue and red tattoos burned into his dark, sun-tanned skin.
"Don' be as useless as that business mongoose and help a little, young lad!"
He pulled me outta my thoughts by once more snappin' at me and callin' me for help. He had a large hammer in his hands that he continuously dropped onto the small devils with youthful energy, makin' them disappear in a puff o' red smoke.
"What are those?"
I asked, cockin' the combat shotgun called "Soul-Sweeper" that Vogel had given me, beginnin' to shoot those devils myself.
"They are imps! Nasty lil' buggers try'na keep the Queen from sailin' ever again. Cheap lackeys o' Satan; expendable but disgustin'...!"
He replied, smashin' five o' those imps at once with a red lightning channeled through the hammer and between the nasty plague.
"...Vogel told me ya would come; well, someone! He told, me to teach ya the summon ability, aye?"
I didn' know what he was talkin' of but I judged from my limited option that the captain was referrin' towards the scroll that Vogel was talkin' about. I wondered right now if the Boss ever felt like her life was an assembly-line durin' her personal agenda of takin' down every gang that weren' the Saints. Because with all this work to do on one's own, my life sure as fuck felt like that.
"Ye, I guess."
I just replied and nodded, waitin' for Blackbeard to clear out the last few imps. He was a bit rounder around the waist but moved swiftly and clean. There was some hidden energy inside him that he didn' show that often, I guessed.
I placed my hand on a piece of parchment he had just pulled from under his thick and curly, black beard. The pain felt like an unbearable and highly uncomfortable pressure in my nerves but didn' last long and was followed by a nice coolness inside my blood vessels. I could feel the knowledge of how to summon those damn imps spread all over my brain.
I gave it a try straight away with first one, then two, five, ten. Soon, the decks were swarming with those bitches again. Somehow, they even looked cute when not hostile.
"Now we can beat Satan with his own army! Aye?"
He laughed heartily and just like one imagines a forty or so year-old who was often drinkin' to laugh. A typical dad-laugh. I only chuckled in reply, waitin' for Blackbeard to calm down a little.
"Vogel's askin' me to take you back to Ultor. We need ya help against Satan."
The moment I spoke out those words, his amusement froze and his face now looked like one of a brutal killer. Like the legend he had died as and keeps livin' on in hell. He looked like he remembered somethin'.
"So it's happenin' now already..."
He murmured under his beard, lookin' away from me for a while before reinstatin' eye contact with googly eyes again.
"...I'll come with ya, mate. This will be the time for the Queen Anne's Revenge to set sail ONE LAST TIME!"
He screamed to an invisible audience theatrically but still dead-serious. He had remembered somethin' there was no way I could've known about...
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