poor cuticles can't take another moment of this grime, and my hair, Morrigan, my poor hair...'' he trailed off, one step away from slapping the side of the ship with the heel of his palm. Inside, he heard Morrigan chuckle, and then, to his surprise, a bright green eye peered out from one of the many small holes that littered the hull, next to his hand as it collided with the thin woodwork.

''I'll be right out, Sugarpea.'' Morrigan said in a high-pitched voice from the other side of the wall. Yonyon didn't grace his Captain with a verbal reply, and inside kicked the ship with the toe of his boot roughly, eyes rolling when the wood caved in to create yet another hole. If the ship wasn't mostlymade of iron, he would have been amazed at the tub's ability to remain afloat, let alone provide a roof for the maniac in-side’s crew. He gave the hole a poisonous glare, then crossed his arms, huffing at how ridiculous the entire situation was. He didn't have to huff for long; as if satisfied by the Okama's level of impending hysteria, Morrigan launched himself from the deck and landed neatly next to his First Mate, a winning grin upon his face. He tipped an invisible hat, then offered the Okama his arm in mock gentlemanliness. ''May I have the pleasure of your company this fine afternoon, milady?''

Wrinkling his nose at his Captain's humour, he took Morrigan's arm reluctantly, grimacing at at the grime that clung to the man's