It’s a dark, yet clear beautiful night, over at the docks of Tortuga. Clockwork, sitting on the edge of the docks, slowly drinks, savoring the last of the rum in his bottle. He notices a ship in the distance, a man-o-war likely, slowly creeping towards the docks. A red, fiery glow to accompany the shadows of this beast. Drums pounding in the distance, like thunder’s wrath shaking the floors beneath ye, and with an aggression of an angry witch.

Clockwork opens his spyglass, to make the discovery, that Meliva, is hanging on the crows nest, with a nasty look of war in her eyes. As soon as he sees her, she makes direct eye contact as if looking down the other end of the spyglass herself.

Her hands, making the ‘slit throat’ gesture towards Clock, are covered in what looks like blood.

“Well,” Clockwork says to himself, chugging the last of the bottle quickly, “this is going to be one hell of a ride.”

Ladies and gents, may I present to you, the duel between Me and Meliva. The battle begins at update today.

I want to wish Meliva the best of luck in this match. We will be going for 3-5 days.

No sabotages, no outside help, 1v1, no port targeting cards. Strictly against each other. Those are our rules mates.

You got this Mel! Clockwork doesn't know how to lace up his boots, let alone cast proper voodoo!

Hey thats not fair, you try lacing up thigh high boots while filled with rum Now his choice of wardrobe is another topic

Good luck you two!!!!

If the thigh high boots are filled with rum... how does he get his feet in them?

As for the wardrobe...IKEA.. I heard he got his MoW from them too... flatpack.

That how he put it together so quick!

What determines the wiener.

I’m guessing whomever admits defeat or admits to the most losses. Not sure lol

yeah. I would say whoever admits defeat, or takes the most losses.