[Brinniel]

It was a steamin' day 'n th' tension on th' Grey Gaurhoth was almost as stiflin' as th' heat. Th' crew was droppin' like flies, 'n yet they remained as clueless as ever as to who their mutineers could be. They argued 'n discussed, 'n fin'ers went in all directions.
When accusations were flung at Puffy Shirt Rikae, she retorted, "Well if ye lynch me, then that Legless Sally Dawkins dies too." Her claim as avenger had various responses; some found themselves willin' to believe her, while others remained a wee bit more paranoid. "Why reveal now?" asked Inziladun Jones. "Ye weren't 'bout to walk th' plank just yet."

But in th' end, it was decided that High-Pitched Annu was bein' far too sneaky fer her own jolly. Surely she was up to no good, 'n to be rid 'o her would be fer th' better 'o th' crew.
"Have ye any final words?" Shark Tooth Shasta asked th' surgeon.
But Annu, tired from th' day's events, was too busy takin' a caulk to notice her own fate. Poop Deck Kath gave her a harrrd nudge, but she only rolled over 'n continued to snore.
Shruggin', Cowerin' Gwath said, "Well, who said she had to be awake fer her own execution?"

So Almost-Blind Nerwen picked up High-Pitched Annu's saw 'n began sawin' her right down th' middle. Meanwhile, th' surgeon continued to snore away. Halfway through, she began to giggle 'n she muttered, "Arrr, that tickles," then resumed snorin'. When Nerwen finished, High-Pitched Annu had be split in a pair. Immediately, her bottom half jumped to its feet 'n ran around in confused circle in a similar manner to a headless chicken. After 'bout a jolly five minutes, th' dizzy legs wobbled, then toppled overboard wit' a loud plop.

When High-Pitched Annu finally awoke, dusk had already settled in. Her long nap had left her feelin' rejuvenated, yet she could not help but feel 'tis odd ting'lin' sensation below her...
"Avast, thar, whar did me legs be off?" she cried aloud.
Lookin' around, she observed th' pool 'o blood she was lyin' on 'n th' pair 'o very familiar footprints that circled her several times over, then led straight off th' edge 'o th' deck.
Th' surgeon sighed. "Well, they may have gotten me bottom half, but at least me better half remains onboard. Hands be all a surgeon needs 'n so long as I got them, I be jolly."
'An since she had no legs to take her to her bunk, High-Pitched Annu closed her eyes 'n went back to sleep on th' deck.


The Living:

-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe)
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner
-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 (or rather, his life)
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw


Night 4 has begun. Gifteds and aggressors, do whatever you need to do.