>>5585175>>5585423>>5585426>>5586240>>5586296>>5586303You patch yourself up with supplies courtesy of your new pal… wait what was his name again? William, he says. But the crew calls him Bilge. You say what crew. Bill says the FISHBEARD PIRATES. Never heard of ‘em, you say. Bill says they’re the scourge of the NAVY and BOUNTY HUNTERS alike. You say ok you don’t really care that much. You say by the way can I just call you Bill. Bill says sure. Bill says what happened to your INSPECTION are you still doing that or… You say uuuh o-oh yeah, that! Could you perhaps show me around? I didn’t really get to see all of the ship thanks to your expert guardianship. Bill says aye-aye sir! , with a blush. It would be kinda cute if he didn’t have all that crap still scribbled on his face.
First you head to the CREW’S QUARTERS. You notice a slight fish smell. It’s not the worst room you’ve ever seen, although a few things stand out to you. What is that dent in the wall, you ask Bill. He says one of the crew members broke the CLOCK in a rage. You say does he do that often? He says yeah about HALF OF THE TIME. You notice the FISHING EQUIPMENT strewn about the room. You guess that they must be strapped for BOOTY, since they have to resort to constantly fishing to eat. Guess that’s why they’re called the FISHBEARD PIRATES. That’s kinda embarrassing, you think to yourself. Your opinion of this crew is dropping by the second!
Bill leads you to the KITCHEN. The first thing that hits you upon entering is a strong fishy stench. Like the MEN’S QUARTERS, but about a million times worse. It’s a fishy smell that smells… fishy. The second thing that hits you is the sight of the head of a horrible BEAST hanging from a hook. You say Bill what the hell is that. He says he doesn’t know but it’ll probably taste delightful once the COOK gets his hands on it. Well, about HALF OF THE TIME, he adds after thinking for a second. What does he mean by that, you wonder. You ask if there’s any open spots on the crew. Bill says that the FISHBEARD PIRATES are desperately in need of a NAVIGATOR. But I’m sure you’re better off with your INSPECTION GIG. You laugh and say you can say that again, and Bill obliviously obliges. Then you notice the HUGE CHEST with a bunch of LOCKS on it. You say what’s in that. Bill says he doesn’t know, and that he’s not allowed to be near it anyways. In fact, he’s not allowed in the KITCHEN normally. You say oh. Still, you can’t help but keep looking at it. Bill pulls out his POCKET WATCH. He says they should be done by now. He goes out onto the deck, and you follow. You’re not really sure if you wanna be around when these guys come, you think to yourself. They seem like a RATHER PISS-POOR PIRATE CREW in your opinion. Bill peers through his eyeglass and shouts down to you from the crow’s nest. They’re coming! He shouts down to you. Darn! You think to yourself. What now?
>[Write-in] (i rushed this one next ones will be better i promise) 
