Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749/@comment-27661770-20170105232156

A flash of red, before returning to normal. The eternal grin, sealed since the fatefulk day of his out-of-orderization, opened gently, squeaking as the new hinges, a little loose but nothign a screwdriver and a threading checker couldn't fix, held together. The outline of a rotted wooden cutlass, next to a faded and destroyed plastic one, sat at his left hand. A little wood parrot, in a glass box and obviously somewhat treasured due to its condition preserved in the box, sat behind him. An old, dusty, and empty treasure chest, someting he would put lost and unclaimed jewelry in to show the kids during some of his yarns when the little ones weren't around him, sat at his side. If a customer saw one of the items and claimed it, he would return it. He wasn't a BAD pirate. A good pirate, when someone asked, was always given their proper riches back if it wasn't stolen by the pirates themselves. He didn't lie that pirates were thieves. But he justified his own by saying that someone had to do it. Someone else would do it anyhow. And besides, the "Boiled Tomatoes", implying British Navy with Redcoat soldiers, and the "Water Dogs", referring to members of the British Navy themselves, were quite the same way, often. So he saw it as balancing out an inequality. ...he always parted with "Now, if thar be winds gustin' about, tellin' me o' tales like that, and yer names be in them, the plank be the least of yer worries." Nobody wanted to ask what was more troubling than the plank, as to be frank Foxy was intimidating. He had a heart as golden as the sacks of shipments back to Europe he took, but when it came to punishments, he was said to have been no slouch. Not a very happy one, but those who were golden-hearted were always the most stoic when delivering a punishment.

"Thar be many things ye not be thinkin', lad. Comin' back 'ere wuddn't a good idea. Captain to doctor, let me say this."

The red eyes returned, for one second.

"Ye'd best watch yer back in case the ghosts of the past still be searchin' fer the richest booty of all. An' that be the head of the one who made them walk their own planks."

His statement didn't insinuate anything of the identity of the mechanic, but more that he could be confused for the killer.