"Ye climb like yer arms are made of pith, boy! Getcher rind up here." Reaching down, Jeff's strange pirate savior hooks the back of his shirt with a hook hand and hauls him aboard.
There in the lantern light of the ship, Jeff can finally get a good look at his rescuers. The deck of the boat is full of carousing skeletons, dressed scantly in pirate paraphernalia such as belts, jewelry, boots, hats, but rarely a complete outfit. They dance to their accordion music, singing along discordantly, and drink liquor that seems to disappear once it enters their jaws, rather than running down their rib cages.
Before Jeff is inarguably the captain. His large tricorn hat, complete with a raggedy feather, hook hand, and nautical coat all indicate his status, but a jeweled cutlass at his side and a gaggle of rings on his bony phalanges are enough to seal the deal. He spreads his arms wide. "Alright, ye scurvy curs, enough bone-rattlin'. We have a guest to welcome aboard!" He turns back to Jeff. "What be yer name, lad?"
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There in the lantern light of the ship, Jeff can finally get a good look at his rescuers. The deck of the boat is full of carousing skeletons, dressed scantly in pirate paraphernalia such as belts, jewelry, boots, hats, but rarely a complete outfit. They dance to their accordion music, singing along discordantly, and drink liquor that seems to disappear once it enters their jaws, rather than running down their rib cages.
Before Jeff is inarguably the captain. His large tricorn hat, complete with a raggedy feather, hook hand, and nautical coat all indicate his status, but a jeweled cutlass at his side and a gaggle of rings on his bony phalanges are enough to seal the deal. He spreads his arms wide. "Alright, ye scurvy curs, enough bone-rattlin'. We have a guest to welcome aboard!" He turns back to Jeff. "What be yer name, lad?"