The End

I'm not gonna lie to you folks, I'm dying right now. As I was dueling with Leartes, things were looking good for me. I got a good three hits in on him and that's when everything came crumbling down. I looked over at my mother, she was dying on the floor. When she caught my eye I heard her say she had been poisened with the cup that was supposed to be for me. In that instant, I realized this whole thing had been set up to kill me. In a rage I pulled some crazy stunts off the balcony and down to the king where I pinned him to his chair with my sword and a chandelier to his chair. Once he was pinned I forced some of his own poisen down his throat, bringing him to his bitter end. Cool huh? I also realized after talking to Laertes that the sword he cut me with was poisened, and also when we switched swords I cut him with the poisened sword. So we were both poisend, and we were both inevitably gonna die. Sad story right? Pretty much everybody that means anything died in about 5 minutes. As I was dying I made sure everyone knew I was dying because I gave a speech with my last breaths and said I was dying about 4 times. But you guys should be happy because I found the strength to write this last blog. Well I'm gonna die now, goodbye.

The challenge

I was talking about my experience on the ship to England with Horatio. I was telling him all about how I found Claudius' letter to England to have me slane. I told him how I switched out that letter for a letter I created which told England to kill the people that delivered the letter, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Sucks for them right? Anyway as I was telling him all this, Osric comes and tells me that I've been challenged in a fencing duel by Leartes. I thought long and hard about this. I knew that Leartes was better then me but I'd been practicing alot lately so I thought I could pull it off. So I accepted the challenge. Horatio tried to pursuay me not to but i'm feeling pretty confident about the whole. I guess we'll found out whether I made the right decision or not.

she's dead...

I really can't believe it, my fair Ophelia is dead. I truely had no idea that was what I would find on my way back into Denmark. I came across some gravediggers on my way back to the castle and I struck up a conversation with him. I asked him who's grave it was, but he was the type that doesn't give you a straight answer, so I didn't know. He showed me a skull that once was the king's jester and a very good friend of mine. It hit me pretty hard staring into the empty skull that used to exert so much happiness and laughter. As I was having a deep conversation with the skull, I caught the funeral procession coming out of the corner of my eye. I watched from behind a tree as I discovered who the grave was for. It tore me apart, I couldn't keep myself hidden while this was going on, so I revealed myself. Her Brother, Leartes, was present and didn't take to me to well. He about killed me. It got pretty intense there for a while, but I ended up just walking away very upset.

chillin with the pirates

Wow, let me tell you, I've never tasted better rum in my life. It's truly amazing. You know these pirate guys actually aren't that bad. We've gotten to know each other very well over my captivity. I still can't wait to get back to my crib in Denmark and finally set things straight. It is a moment I cannot help but to long for. I imagine I'll probably make that date soon because I can only take so much of the sailor life. I have a terrible farmer's tan and I've gotten sea sick about 121239 times. But I will try to be patient and wait for the moment. I wonder how it all will turn out.