[Brinniel]

Wit' th' death 'o a pair more overnight, th' number 'o th' crew had nearly split in half. Th' band 'o pirates were gettin' nervous now; wit' th' uncertainty 'o knowin' their mutineers, they could not help but fear that th' end was near.

By th' latter half 'o th' day, several crewmembers were feelin' uneasy 'bout Ham-Hands Izzy. Wit' her co-conspirator tendencies, she was becomin' a nuisance to many. 'An even though they couldn't confirm her alignment, some agreed it'd just be better to get her out 'o th' way now.
"Better we murder her than an innocent," said Almost-Blind Nerwen.
"But it be even better if we killed a mutineer," spoke Shark Tooth Shasta.
"Then why don't we murder Mac Sparrow?" piped up Lommy th' Infected enthusiastically.

But th' others ignored their quartermaster 'n agreed that Poop Deck Kath was lookin' far more aggressive than Ham-Hands Izzy.
"Cowerin' Gwath has be cowerin' away in his bunk fer a pair days now, yet she thinks it'd be right to murder him? Surely thar can be no jolly in thoughts like that," stated Boromir th' Malformed.
Majority 'o hands agreed she had to be off.
"I have a bad feelin' 'bout 'tis," sighed Mac Sparrow.

"No reason to use up all our energy killin' her. So why not just leave Poop Deck Kath to dry out on th' poop deck?" suggested Short Ruth Mith.
Shark Tooth Shasta grabbed hold 'o th' piper 'n chained her to th' floor 'o th' poop deck, her arms 'n legs spread apart. Once he was done, th' crew turned 'n went their separate ways. Thar they would leave Poop Deck Kath fer th' elements to take care 'o her. Th' remainin' sun was still quite steamin' 'n its rays burned into Kath's white skin.
"Guys, 'tis really be not fair," she cried as she sizzled on th' deck.
Luckily, Poop Deck Kath did not have to wait fer th' elements to take her because th' birds came first.

It was at first a small flock 'o seagulls circlin' overhead, but within a couple hours it became hundreds. Poop Deck Kath watched them, mesmerized by their numbers, 'n then her eyes widened in horror as th' circlin' came to a sudden halt 'n th' seagulls dove right at her. Lookin' fer a tasty treat, th' birds dug their beaks into her as Kath shrieked in terror. They pecked 'n pecked at her 'til they were tired 'n could feed no more. Th' sun was finally settin' as th' final seagulls flew off leavin' behind th' bloody mess 'o Kath. Not only was she bloody, but Poop Deck Kath was also covered in bird poo 'n feathers, th' poor lass.

"Ugh, I could really use a bath right 'bout now," sighed th' ghost 'o Kath. But th' best she could woe fer was a rain shower 'n unfortunately fer her, thar would not be one fer several more days.



The Living:

-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker
-Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook
-Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey


The Ghosted:

-Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod)
-Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig
-Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum
-Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker ~ danced her way off the deck
-Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) ~ his pur-loined violin pur-loined him
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook ~ gave her heart to Davy Jones
-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter ~ was shark bait for a day
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy ~ was never fond of pointy objects
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner ~ had an unfriendly encounter with cold steel
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) ~ death by seagull