With both the real and the fake captain of this undead fleet dead, the pirate plague was easily cleaned up. A phrase much more literal than they first expected.

As soon as Scar introduced Victor to the folly of his sins and gave him a proper pirates execution, the control he had over his ghostly servants was cut off. Just like what had happened with the mighty Blackbeard, all of the ghosts bondage was broken and they promptly dissolved into wretched and utterly disgusting puddles of unholy goop.

The only ones spared from this vomit inducing fate were the various crustaceans that Daisy was gleefully turning into a seafood buffet, as well as a few of the more powerful crew members. Mainly those on board the Man o'war.

When their collars shattered, so too did the ghostly appearance they had been sporting. Most of the melted ghosts that returned to normal, old world clothes, while those lucky enough to survive wore armour or clothing made out of beast hide.

It seemed that mortal bodies were simply too weak to survive the reversion of whatever transformation the chains had put them through. Those who had stepped further onto the path of evolution had bodies refined by mana, able to cope with the reversion, but they were clearly disorientated.

Upon reversion, some of them immediately dropped to all fours as they puked out their guts. Whether that was from the transformation, the memories of what they had done or just the smell was unclear.

But whatever power they had gained from their time as ghost pirates had disappeared along with their master.

Cynthia's water sprays came in extra handy after this. While Scar extended out his threads across the fleet, Cynthia's kraken tentacles sprayed more salty sea water across the decks of the ships.

Slowly but surely their putrid puddles were washed away into the ocean below. All the while, the ships slowly began to crumble and lose their form, as if they were being subjected to hundreds of years of decay in just a few minutes.

Even if they were crumbling, Cynthia still washed the ships clean. The smell was simply that bad, especially since some of the survivors had gotten it on their clothes.

Her tendrils carried the freshly washed ex-pirates back to their shore, before a Cyan octopus clambered up the cliff side and spewed a salty waterfall into the sea. Back to her normal size, Cynthia formed herself back into her humanoid form and placed a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

"Excuse me," She muttered bashfully, as if it was a simple burp and not an entire torrent of water she let loose.

The last crab monster, who was now dreadfully outnumbered, finally succumbed to the wrath of Daisy's sword. The girl possessing the body of a giant magical mech struck another pose, thrusting her sword to the sky as she shouted.

"This is the might of Sparkle Power!"

While she was celebrating, the Queen Anne's Revenge slowly drifted over to the shore before stopping as it bumped against the edge of the cliff. It still rode on the blanket of fog, Blackbeard's flag flapping proudly at the top of its main mast. Unlike the other ships within the fleet, this one strangely wasn't decaying.

The anchor dropped from the ship, crashing down into the cliff-side before falling over uselessly. However a moment later, another pirate came sliding down that chain until his boots thumped against the ground.

Daisy glanced down at the pirate, and without hesitation let her blade fall. Her colossal sword cleaving towards the figure as she shouted at the top of her lungs,

"SPARKLE SLASH!"

It was one of the many ultra special super moves she had created. Naturally they were ultra special simply because she named them, nothing more, Otherwise it would just be a normal slash. But this way, it was a special move worthy of being shouted out.

However this ultra special, super duper powerful super move she had created stopped dead just before it hit the pirate. Stopped just by his hand on the edge of the blade.

"Is that your way of saying you don't like the new outfit?"

Scar poked his head around the blade, flashing the two women a cheeky smile. One they could actually see.

Gone was the ragged cloak and creepy wooden mask, and in its place was a suave black leather coat that reached down to his ankles. He was dressed exactly like a pirate, although it was more of a well kept and clean Hollywood pirate rather than the grimy and dirty real ones.

His outfit was complete with a Cutlass dangling from his hip and a tricorne hat atop his head. The handsome face he had once hidden was now on display, with the only difference from what they could remember being the long scar across one of his eyes.

At least, that was what the illusion showed.

In reality he was wearing a new mask in place of his old wooden one, a mask he gained from 'freeing' Blackbeard. It was called the [Man of Many Faces]. It didn't just change his facial appearance, but was responsible for his entire outfit. He was still, after all, wearing that ragged cloak. It was strangely... sentimental to him.

Cynthia sighed at his smirk, rolling her eyes in a dramatic fashion. "It's hardly appropriate and a little insensitive. Even if it does look pretty good. Wait... is that ship ours now?"

Scar smirked again as he let go of Daisy's sword, "Yes Indeedy. So from now on, you'll have to call me Captain Scar."

"Aye Aye Captain!" Cynthia shouted, slapping her hand against her forehead in a dramatic salute. Her body jiggled from the slap, warping slightly as she created her own pirate outfit out of her slime. Giving herself a bandanna over her hair and on top of her head, a sleeveless long waist coat and a pair of cuff rolled boots that stretched all the way up to her thighs.

"Insensitive, huh?"

"Well, I can't let you take all the criticism alone Captain. Solidarity and what not."

Scar laughed softly to himself, shaking his head slightly at her usual attitude. Daisy glanced between them in a little confusion, before copying Cynthia in her salute.

"Alright, Alright. At easy you scurvy dogs. Where's Mayfly? He seems to have wriggled away when I was distracted."

"Right here."

Scar frowned and turned towards the sound of a wheezing voice as an old man pushed his way through the crowd of confused former pirates. He hobbled over on failing legs, wispy white hair falling into his wrinkled face as he gave Scar a wryly smile.

He straightened up, his back cracking and creaking the entire time, before he chuckled softly.

"You didn't think I called myself Mayfly for nothing, did you? Time loop wasn't for free. All that life to bring these people back had to come from somewhere."

He shuffled forwards a few more steps, before his hobbling legs gave way and he fell forwards. Scar moved quicker than a blur, the ground exploding where he once stood as he appeared next to Mayfly and caught him before he could hit the ground.

He had to be as gentle as possible, the old mans bones more frail than soggy cardboard in his hands. One squeeze too hard and he could snap him.

"You... You knew this was going to happen, yet you stopped it anyway?" Scar gave the old man in his arms a sad smile, looking into his eyes as they were still blazing with vigour and youth despite his outer shell.

"I already told you... I've faced death enough not to be scared of it. What's one more death for old times sake, huh?" He let out a dry, wheezing laugh as his breathing was already starting to fail him.

"What do you think? Did I finally do something right? Do I finally get... to be.... the hero..."

His voice trailed off slowly as his eyes rolled back, the life and vigour present in them moments before having been completely extinguished. The smile still present on his lips as his last breath drifted through them.

Scar gently closed the old man's eyes and rested him down on the ground.

"Yeah, You're the hero here. All these people owe you their lives. Good work Phil."

Scar's group stayed in the town for a few more days, giving them a chance to get used to the new reality of the world as well as reorentate themselves for those who had been possessed by Victor.

Alexandra eventually joined them, her fists stained completely red with blood. No one asked what had happened to Cratos, nor did she say. She didn't need to. They all knew he was dead. The cold look in her eyes was enough to tell them that.

Eventually, they managed to get the people ready for their new lives and, after convincing one of the survivors to use their Communication gift to contact Ravenkeep for assistance, Scar's group left the town.

The evolved amongst them would keep them safe for long enough, and his other selves forces wouldn't take too long.

As for this version, the Dread Captain Scar. He leaned on the back railing of the ship, his other newly gained Requital [Queen Anne's Redemption], as they sailed off into the distance on waves of rolling fog.

His eyes were locked on a singular gravestone at the edge of the cliff. A gravestone that read

"Here Lies the Hero Phil Mayfly. A coward no more."

Scar let out a soft sigh as he turned away from the retreating town and faced the horizon they were sailing into. With a snap of his fingers, the sails unfurled and the flag atop the centre mast shifted to the depiction of a Raven with glowing eyes perched upon a skull.