*I regain consciousness, at my feet is the body of the, now former, head of the port mob… in my right hand is the head of a wooden figure head. The figure head was taken from the boss’s old ship… I look over to see the statue missing a head… splinters everywhere. I feel a warmth at my feet and notice that a pool of blood has formed and is now surrounding my feet. ‘What happened, why am I holding this head, what happened to my boss’. I crouch down to examine closer and notice wooden splinters and scratch and blunt wounds all over… the. I look at the head and notice a red stain…*
“Oh”
*I drop the wooden head and stand up. I walk back three steps… I look down and see the footprints my boots left behind*
“ooOOoooh… cool, don't you agree?”
“Ah!”
*a voice invades my mind*
@the-mighty-dalob @local-pickpocket @crickled-thorn-thug
