[Brinniel]

That nightfall, th' aggressors tiptoed towards their next victim, hopin' to catch him by surprise. But he was a light sleeper. Spottin' his soon-to-be attackers in th' darkness, he let out a shriek 'n hopped out 'o his bunk.
"Ye're here to murder me, aren't ye?" he asked them. "'O course," they replied. "What else would we be doin' here? We're famished fer more blood 'n it be yours we be after."
"Fine then," said th' victim. "But ye'll have to catch me first."

In that instant, th' victim took off runnin' 'n screamin' in terror. Swords in hands, th' aggressors went after him. All through th' ship they ran. Up to th' poop deck, through th' galley, below to th' bilge rat. Finally, th' victim could run no more. Pantin', he collapsed as th' aggressors caught up to him. They didn't even wait fer him to catch his breath, but proceeded to stab him several times 'til he didn't breathe at all. When they were done, th' aggressors snickered 'n ran away.

But th' victim wasn't done yet. Now as a ghost, he stood back up eager fer revenge. He would no longer be a victim, but an avenger. Th' avenger grabbed his sword 'n sought out his own victim 'o choice. He found him quickly, 'n didn't hesitate to point his sword at th' startled scurvy dog's throat.
"What be ye threatenin' at me fer?" asked th' avenger's victim.
"What fer?" th' avenger replied. "Ye killed me! 'An I shall have me vengeance." "Avast, thar, how can ye be sure that I be really be ye killer?"
"Don't ask questions. 'O course I would be knowin' who attacked me. Now I demand a duel." Th' avenger pressed his sword harder against th' other scallywag's throat, drawin' blood.
"Fine then," th' victim growled, unhappy at bein' threatened like so. "Whar do want to do it?"
"On th' poop deck. We can sword fight in th' moonlight."
"So be it. Just let me find me sword first." said th' victim as he scrounged in th' dark.

Everyone continued to slumber, while up on deck a duel began. They clashed their swords, practiced their fancy footwork, 'n did all other sorts 'o impressive stunts. It was great entertainment, which makes it a shame that no one else was thar to watch; even th' dead were asleep. They were an even match. But unfortunately fer th' victim, a ghost be harrrd to murder again, especially a vengeful one. 'An in th' end, th' avenger was th' victor as he plummeted his sword into th' other's chest. So th' avenger's victim joined him among th' ranks 'o th' unquiet dead.

In th' mornin', th' crew was shocked to find not one, but a pair among them had become ghosts overnight. Nogrod 'n Rikae stood on th' poop deck, both locked in an angry death stare, as blood seeped from their stab wounds. They didn't even blink when their fellow crewmembers surrounded them. But why would they? They were dead, after all.


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
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe)
-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


*Reminder: Gender, order of death as listed, etc has no significance and contains no hints.


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