>>5243581“Ehhh.” Talbot shrugs, nose wrinkled in disagreement, “Never really been much of a fish guy, to be honest. Too many bones.”
<span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> what you smell, you hiss as you levitate back onto your feet! It’s… it’s <span class="mu-i">AMAZING!</span>
Indeed it is. Brushing the dust off of your coveralls, you and your pals take a moment to stare at the <span class="mu-g">COLOSSAL SHIP</span> anchored to a dock just down the road! Swaying against its moorings to the beat of a jaunty sea shanty and raucous laughter rumbling from within, the ship is alive with the smell of beer-battered grub and more patrons than you can wag a stick at!
“Lemme guess…” Mitzi mumbles, “Sk-”
Her answer comes in the form of a <span class="mu-r">SKELETON</span> being launched out of an upper deck porthole like a cannonball! Sailing through the air, the <span class="mu-r">SKELETAL BUCCANEER’S</span> shiny gold teeth and polished hook glitter like jewels as the drunken sailor lands in the turbulent water below with an unceremonious splash! Watching from afar, you and the others grow increasingly uncomfortable as the pirate fails to surface again.
“He uh… us bones don’t <span class="mu-i">float</span>, remember?” Groans Ly’s disembodied voice in your ear! “Guy’s probably walkin’ da’ buzz off.”
Oh. Right. Cracking your back, you chance a few more steps towards the floating restaurant to get a better look.
“<span class="mu-r">SKELETONS.</span>” Sybil mutters, voice distorted and eyes glowing blue. “Lots.”
“So what’s the problem?” Asks Talbot as he joins you at your side! “We kicked their Captain’s butt, remember? These guys are probably Andy’s pals, or whatever!”
You distinctly recall your fight with <span class="mu-r">CAPTAIN MENDOZA</span> being one-on-one, not a group thing, but you opt not to call your ex-bodyguard out on it. Maybe that food scent’s put you in a decent mood?
“T’s right about da’ other thing, though!” Ly adds with pride in his voice! “Hell, we still have da’ guy’s <span class="mu-g">HAT</span> in our <span class="mu-b">INVENTORY,</span> don’t we?”
Hey, <span class="mu-i">YEA!</span> Retrieving the item in question from your pockets, you plop the haberdashery over your cap and tilt it to an appropriately-roguish angle!
“Not bad… not <span class="mu-i">bad</span>...” Mitzi remarks with a nod of approval. “It’d suck if these guys were loyal to the old captain though, huh?”
Yea, you growl, tapping your foot in irritation, it <span class="mu-i">would</span>!
>CONTD. 