>>5246363“A question if I may, me lad!” Asks a long-bearded pirate in a sing-song voice from across the restaurant, “How’d ye manage ta’ come across such pretty plunder?”
“Well I can’t <span class="mu-i">TURK</span> all the credit! <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> Truth is, a little <span class="mu-i">bird</span> told me about it! Thelonius?”
Gesturing to his feline friend, Tory steps aside as the cat-skull skeleton retrieves a skull from between his bones–this one still crusty with blood and similar viscera! Holding the head out for everyone to see, Thelonius grits his canines as the skull lets out a blood curdling shriek that shakes the whole boat!
“He uh… that’s all he really does anymore.” Explains the cat as Tory bobs his head wickedly!
“Yes… that and tell us <span class="mu-i">EXACTLY</span> where Stanley’s wheels are! <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> You see, Winston here used to be one of those soldiers for that detestable <span class="mu-r">DOG BONE COMPANY,</span> but he opened up once we opened <span class="mu-i">HIM</span> up! <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span>”
“Sonnova-” Mitz hisses under her breath. Shoving her beer in front of her mouth, you give Tory a forced smile as your companion bubbles with anger behind the froth! So what, you begin, trying to hide your unease, it’s a tracker?
“Correct! Winston hid it in a small compartment inside the van when it was still <span class="mu-i">his</span>! <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> But when we heard it was taken by that janitor, it was like a <span class="mu-i">wishbone</span> come true!” Snapping his claw, Tory waits until Thelonius puts the skull away before continuing. “The plan, my ‘<span class="mu-i">mateys</span>’, is simple: we <span class="mu-i">know</span> Parble’s gunning for the <span class="mu-r">LAST LIEUTENANT,</span> but to do that she’ll need a <span class="mu-b">BOAT!</span>”
Wait, you interject, how, uh… how do we know that again? Arrr. For the second time in your visit, all eye sockets fall on you.
“... Th… <span class="mu-r">THE MASTER’S</span> voice, of course!” Replies the bar wench with a look of concern on her bony face. “Ye certain ye should be drinkin’, love?”
As the rest of the crowd watches you with different degrees of concern and distrust, you take a wild leap of faith to throw them off the scent!
Just, uh… I was just being, er, <span class="mu-i">ironic</span>! H-ha ha! I knew that!
Pushing a few more forced laughs into the room, your smile falters a bit when the rest of the bar fails to join in on the laughter…
>CONTD. 