[ WP/MP ] Write a story reimagining a character from another piece of fiction as down-and-out/washed up/past their prime .

They always say that looks are the first to go. Boy were they right. Its all fun and games being a swashbuckling hero until you retire and get old. But sometimes growing old is a curse. Sometimes the wounds are too deep to heal but the gods above wont let you go. I suppose that I should tell you the whole story but first, Barkeep more rum please. 
 
 Elaine and I had defeated LeChuck for what feels like the thousandth time. Each time it seemed as if LeChuck was getting more and more cliché. We all were growing bored. Elaine and settled down for some peace before the next inevitable attempt by LeChuck on my life just to reclaim Elaine as his. While our calm in the eye of this storm Elaine had become pregnant. We were finally happy without another adventure. But as always they, whomever governs my fate, decided it was time for LeChuck again. 
 
 The memory is hazy now due to the grind of time and alcohol but LeChuck invaded our island again. Elaine as always seemed to just walked into his trap. However this time was different. As they were sailing away there was an accident. LeChuck's arrogance let his crew be lax with their gunpowder safety. A stray lamp got bumped over and exploded the battery. 
 
 I was tied up at the time but the memory is forever burned into my mind. It was only a moment but it feels like forever. Of course LeChuck survived due to his various curses. As he floated back to the island I lost track of time as I tried to beat him so hard to release every thing in me. 
 
 LeChuck eventually parted ways and I was to never see him again. I hope he feels all the guilt and shame I wish on him. I lost myself in rum but it was never enough. Eventually I tried to go back into the life of a pirate but each time the hole in my soul would open up faster. I fell apart again. Each time I got closer to the violence that was consuming my soul. Things became dark. I turned from the treasure hunting days of my youth to revenge. I hunted everyone and everything I could to end LeChuck's curse. Men and women soon fell to my blade. My'adventuring' days ended when a child died in my haze. 
 
 I stopped living and fell off of the earth. I became the thing that ruined me. Maybe alcohol will end me but those above seem to rhink otherwise. So you wanted to know about Guybrush Threepwood and now you know. Still want to be a swashbuckling treasure hunting pirate? Be my guest.
