The Aftermath (o)

"Yoooo..." Sev groaned like some over-sized zombie laid out across the deck of the vessel. "I'm sooooo damn bored." The searing sun beamed down upon exposed flesh but the robust Pirate bravely ignored the blazing challenge. "We're out of booze, too. Oiiiiiii!" The groaning continued as he began to weave his trademarked coin through ravaged knuckles. It has only been a few days since the Crew made it through Hell's Gates; aka the Red-Line. They suffered minor injuries, but made a potential enemy; a very dangerous one at that. "Leona Pride, huh?" He fixated almond eyes on the face of the coin, "How cool would it be to have blonde shelia sailin' with us?" He cackled and waited for the coin to response with words of wisdom. "Eh, who cares if she is a Marine, ya' know? Loyalties change; you just gotta' find the right means. OHBABABABABA!!!" Sev continued to weave the coin through his knuckles but ceased the actions with a rose brow. "Oi, I know you are but what am I?!" The Captain exclaimed as he rolled to his left a few feet.

Splat...

A fresh batch of white gull waste splatted directly where Sev's face would have been if he hadn't been paying attention. He smirked and gripped the coin in a massive fist, "that's right. You're a piece of shit, Bastard!"

Bored again...

"Oiiii! I'm dyin' over here. Any islands in view yet?!" He asked any Buccaneer on the main deck.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS