For the next two hundred years, Reaver surprisingly did as Theresa had suggested and travelled the seas. At first it was just for fun, especially when he learnt new languages, but eventually he somehow turned into a pirate. It was unclear how he became one, but that was not important. What was important was that he was one. Reaver then motioned for his men to throw Dread back onto his ship while he offered Dread’s men a place amongst his crew. Those who didn’t accept, he killed without mercy, before sailing away while Dread slowly, and painfully, met his end. ‘So it’s alive.’ ‘Come in,’ he said.