Joe layed on the cold ocean floor bloodied and battered his sword layed shattered next to his beaten body.

Joe's spirit raised from his body and it looked down at the beaten form below. "Dear me is that what I look like now?" The spirit of Joe thought.

"Joe." A horse voice said. Joe whipped around becoming eye to mask level with Death himself.

Joebuz looked up into the mask's eye holes since Death was a foot taller then him.

The mask looked like it had seen better days for it had scars from early battles and of all types of mask's it was a hockey mask.

Joe swallowed the lump in his throat and knew that Death was not one for jokes.

"H-Hi D-Death." Joe stuttered and looked at Death's mask. "Y-You look very festive today."

Death only gave him a cold, hard stare and then he began to speak. "Joe Maverick your days as a king are done." Death said seriously.

Joe realized what he ment and got down on his knees. "Please O' mighty Death spare me over till another year." He pleaded.

Death stood in thought for a moment his violet eyes shifting in showing that he was thinking.

"Alright." Death said. Joe smiled. "But on one condition." Joe's smile faded. "You will have no memory of being King of Atlantis." Death said.

Joe thought for a while and looked up at Death. "I-I accept." He said shakily.

"Then you shall return to your body." Death said and as if weight's had been tied to him Joe's spirit fell back down to his body and merged with it.

Joe's eyes flickered open as he gasped for breath. "What happened? Where am I?" He asked no one and got to his feet.

"Well better get going then." He said and walked down the path not remembering Cody, Rasmus, his Father or the memory of the titans.