"Arr! Forget it. This ain't be stoppin meself!," Jack roared, as he haphazarwetdly thrusted forward despite the mad weather disturbance. "And don't ye get lily-livered on me matey!," he bellowed, momentarily glancing a smug look at Donnie before snapping his head back and charging ahead at full speed.

Heavy rain began to pour, harassing the pirate like a barrage of tiny spears. His shoulders hunched forward, refusing to yield to the harsh element. The posters however, seemed to cry a different tune as their pages started to wear away in the rain. A few more minutes and they would likely be reduced to nothing more than a soggy mess of wet paper and ink. The pirate, however, seemed to be paying no attention.