Through the rift of time and space, both halves of Damnerung's will eventually found themselves materialized in the same plane. Without a real concept of time, the collective wouldn't understand how many years they had been sent adrift, all they would understand was being idle no more. Their purpose would manifest itself again.
The heaviest would land first, being the artifact itself. Damnerung fell straight in to the pirate fortress, leaving a few scratches in the walls where it bounced off and landed in front of three meager crewmen. A few of them seemed startled at first, before curiosity kicked in. One of the pirates decided to sidle closer and poke Damnerung a few times. The sword was currently dormant, and so nothing interesting happened. It was as if some treasure simply found its way there. Lady Fortuna smiled upon them gravely.
Still wrapped in cloth, the body hurled through the atmosphere from somewhere unseen. A little further from its master, the corpse of Locke Jax landed upon the stoney slope of The Fortress Tortoisa with a loud thump. Several points of the bandages were knicked and torn apart as the body slid down the mountainside towards the watery depth. It would now be revealed that the bandages covering Locke were of a magical nature, keeping him detained until now.
Splash! His body became submerged before the collective conscience kicked in. Immediately the ghosts within him began to awaken all at once. His arms twitched and coiled back, his legs shook, his body convulsed madly before flailing off his bandages. Locke's mouth opened, but no bubbles surfaced from his bowels. His body began to float back to the surface, until his face peeked out from the water, staring in to the sky strangely, cocking his head to either side scouting the perimeter.
All the beautiful souls. A sea of life existed all around him, so stunning to the eyes that his collected thoughts turned to stendhal. Though these thoughts were all shared, and once re-accustomed to his undead state, Locke snapped out of his trance, and Damnerung's will took over. Locke's left pupil diluted so much that the entire eyeball turned black. Its focus turned to something at the top of the turtle's shell, where a small troop of souls were gathered and ripe for harvest. They seemed to be gathering around Damnerung's other half - the sword. How unsuspecting they may be, and all Locke needed to do was get close. One sharp look at the hilt was all that was needed to resurrect its power. Locke threw his arms out from the waters surface, clawing his way back up the mountainous turtle shell, testing his nails against stone. With unprecedented speed, the pale old pirate scaled the mountain, drawing himself closer and closer to a new feast.
Meanwhile within the fortress, there was now being held an appraisal of the artifact in question. The captain of the fortress looked on at the item with much curiosity, and dollar signs in his eyes. Many of his crew members were gathered around, shouting their ideas as to what it was. "Some sort o' mace," "A key to treasah!" "Arr be nuttin' but a bad omen."
Only one of them was right. It was a very bad omen.