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You motion your bony colleague towards a less-crowded area of the bar.
"Sure, I think we've earned a drink or two." Mitzi remarks as you both do your best '<span class="mu-i">skeleton strut</span>' past a pair of skeletons wrestling each other on the floor. You were planning on gathering <span class="mu-i">intel</span>, you counter, but since she brought it up-
"Course ya' were." She interrupts, giving your exposed ribs a playful nudge. "Eyes on the prize, alright?"
'<span class="mu-i">PRIZE</span>' is your middle name, you scoff as a barrel-chested buccaneer clotheslines a pair of pirates off of their barstools! Exchanging a shrug, you and Mitzi wordlessly take their seats as the bony bar wench pours out the previous customer's tankards.
"Hoy, masters--y'here for the meetin', I reckon?"
No, '<span class="mu-i">master</span>', you sneer, you're here for a <span class="mu-i">DRINK!</span> Impatiently tapping your finger on the empty bar for emphasis, it doesn't take long for the server to plant two frothy tankards of grog in front of you and Mitz. Raising your glasses to each other, you and Mitz clink the beverages together before taking a healthy swig!
"<span class="mu-i">PHEW!</span>" Mitz sighs, shaking her skull! "That's the stuff!"
She ain't wrong, you nod, planting your tankard next to hers with a loud '<span class="mu-i">thud</span>'! You're gonna have to remember this place once this whole <span class="mu-r">SKELETON APOCALYPSE</span> blows over!
"Aye, say what ye will about them smoothskins--they be knowin' how ta' brew a fine ale, s'trewth."
S'trewth indeed! Taking another gulp of beer, you raise an eyebrow at the bar wench for a moment before remembering you don't have any eyebrows--what was that about a meeting?
"What rock ye just crawl out from?" She replies, looking at you with visible confusion. "'T’is all this lot be talkin' about--some '<span class="mu-i">Grand Revenge</span>' for ole' <span class="mu-r">CAP'N MENDOZA</span> or somesuch."
"<span class="mu-s">AYE!</span>" Roars a skeleton wearing a Nor'easter hat in the seat next to you! "A dreadful plot ta' take back the port, it be, with plenty of bloodlettin' ta' boot!"
You frown, both at the skeleton's cocky declaration <span class="mu-i">AND</span> his smelly breath in your face. How is that possible, anyways? Didn't yo-errr, some <span class="mu-i">SEXY BEAST</span> take down their captain?
"What manner of seaman do ye be!?" Roars a skeleton from behind you wearing two eye patches! Hey Mitz, he said <span class="mu-i">seaman!</span> "T'is a shame, it be true, but a dead cap'n be an' opportunity, aye?"
"Aye!" Squawks a skeletal parrot as it takes a seat on your head! "It matter not who be steerin' the ship--A Gentleman of Fortune don't be hangin' up his hat til' the day he dies! SQUAAAWK!"
That… that’s not gonna happen if <span class="mu-i">you</span> bite the bullet, r-right?
“Course not, cupcake...” Ly remarks as the pirates and Mitz clink their tankards in assent! “No one could replace <span class="mu-i">you</span>!”
Damn right!
>CONTD.
