August 15, 2013 - The raid on Davids ship is being prepared. My undead comrades are tense, for Davids plant forces are strong. My commander takes groups of 10 to the deck at a time, and eventually we are all lined up in larger groups. Our ship is slowly approaching Davids ship, and we carry our pistols, each of us with a scimitar. As we get closer to our fate, we can make out the enemy forces. I anxiously worry if this will be my last battle. Soon, our ship rocks tremendously as it rams into Davids ship. I watch many of my zombie comrades become torn to shreds by peashooters. It's my turn to move forwards. I run as fast as I can through blood and peashooter fire. Miraculously, I find myself at the halfway point to the inside of the ship. Out of nowhere, a stupid corn plant lobs its butter at my head. The force of it disorients me and rips off my left arm, but as a zombie i can eventually get it back on. Still, i wasn't sure if i could go on. I crawled back to my lines, barely alive, and I live with trauma after surviving that incident. If you're a zombie, never become a pirate.
