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Kibo: Ah, I don't think I'm the best person to explain that.

He crosses his blades, and a man appears, a long cloak around his shoulders, and spirits, in the form of balls, floating lazily around him.

Kibo: This is Christopher Farind, my mentor.

Farind: Dammit, Kibo! I was in the middle of something! Ships don't captain themselves!

Kibo: Ahem? You're a part of my fleet now. Show a little more respect.

Farind raps his knuckles on Kibo's forehead.

Farind: Don't use that tongue with me, litt'lun.

He turns to Bigs.

Farind: I taught Kibo everything he knows about Necromancy. He crewed on my ship, the Burning Glory, for several years, until she sank. Now I captain a ship given to me by him, the Blazing Glory. Oh, and in case you haven't already realized it, I'm dead.

Farind: You know, raise the dead, use spirits to change your appearance and let you do things you can't normally do, like walking up walls and flying. Also, something Kibo knows I look down on, but does anyway...

He pauses a moment to slap Kibo in the back of the head.

Kibo: Ow!

Farind: ...Is allowing spirits to possess your body. It can be quite helpful at times, but if they don't want to leave, there's really nothing you can do about it.

Kibo: God, I think he had enough of me when he was alive. Let him enjoy some peace and quiet, huh?

Kibo: It's especially horrible for those who have died, but still walk the earth, either in denial of their own death, or driven by revenge. Those are the most damned spirits I know of.

She walked down to her cabin and got another bottle of rum. She walked back up onto the deck and sat staring into the horizon drinking her rum.

"Must be, who would want to continue roaming the earth after their dead when they could be having a peaceful time somewhere else."

"Indeed it would be hard." Bigs looked off toward the sunset, "And how long exactly does it take to become a Necromancer?"

Kibo: It's almost impossible to tell for a particular person. Some people can pick it up immediately, and others try their entire lives, and can't even resurrect a mouse's spirit. Come here.

He leans in, and inspects Bigs' eyes. He sees a faint glimmer, and grins, stepping back.

Kibo: You'd prolly be able to nail a decent spirit resurrection in about a year of training. But to get a physical resurrection, you'd need a "pact with the damned," I call it. I have two, actually. The first...

He holds up his right hand, and the mark of Sammy the Skull appears in his palm.

Kibo: When Tiny "passed away," he passed on to me all of his captainly duties: control of the ship, control of the crew, and all treaties, agreements, and alliances with other ships; namely Sammy the Skull. That's what first allowed me to physically resurrect someone. But now, I have my left arm, or rather, Charon's left arm. He's technically a "damned," so the pact is valid.