Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749/@comment-27661770-20170106003558

"...ye be wearin' a head o' me?"

The fox leaned in, ears pricking up.

"Then ye be welcome on me ship. But be watchin' yerself. At night, it wasn't me doin' the chargin'. It was me hand, and me hook, and me feet, and me body, but it won't me."

Foxy then looked around.

"This place be in worse shape'n the bottom of Davy Jones' Locker. And yet, thar be little wrong wit' me. Methinks ye had sumtin' ta do wit' that. So I give you me thanks, lad."