(Vertigo Pirates) "Where to next?"

[pablostudioz]

A calm breeze blew. It was dark and Vertigo laid in his bed. He stared at the ceiling. He spoke to himself, "the current should hopefully take us to the next island by morning." It had been his system. He let the wind take the ship where ever it need to go. He got up and out of the bed. Having been used to being alone on the ship, he walked around in just his boxers. "I'm hungry." he thought. A few rooms down was Skellette's, and just down from there was the kitchen.

Vertigo continued to walked through the corridor. The floorboards creaked and ached with every step he took. He atlast reached the kitchen. Vertigo openned the refridgerator. Vertigo could see fish, steak, eggs, various vegetables, a pie, and a carton of milk. He grabbed the milk and poured himself a glass. Vertigo put the carton away so that it would not spoil. He chugged the glass down fast and burped. Though, he was hungry, this did seem to satisfy him. He put the glass in the sink and washed it. With that taken care of, he began to leave the kitchen and return to the hall way.

[shisha]

"Nooo...." she squirmed under the bed sheets, her facial expression one of slight worry and maybe a hint of Pleasure. Her arms and legs wriggled like snakes under the sheets, she moved around on her back pushed around by her wriggling limbs. A slight amount of Drool had collected on the side of her chin, up against her pillow, still falling from her open mouth. The dream picked up in pace, her Wriggling was getting close to the edge of the bed, until she of course fell out of bed rather suddenly. With a light thud she was woken from her slumber, raising her head very slowly. The Pillow was actually glued to the side of her head by the amount of Drool on it. Her hand rubbed the snot and crust from her eyes and nose, a quick sniff followed as she got to her feet. The pillow falling of Limply. With an almost rusted movement, she waddled towards the Mirror, looking with a slight smile at her hear. The classic bed head if there ever was one. With a large Yawn, that opened her mouth wide enough to swallow a small child, she closed the door.

As the door burst open again out jumped a clean and happy Skellette. Her hair was the same style as always, but her clothes were more casual. Similar to her school girl attire, she wore the same skirt, but wore leggings that stopped just past her knees under it. A simple T-Shirt covered the torso, and her shoes were simple. Black. Nothing fancy. Happily she skipped over to her bed and pulled on her Gloves, giving each of the skulls mounted on them a good morning Kiss. Soon after she lifted her Hammer off its stand, much to the Relief of the wooden floor, that almost groaned with gratitude. So she walked out of her room and took a long stretch outside the door, before walking off towards the Kitchen. She smiled and saw the Captain looking a little tired. Waving Frantically at him she ran up to his side and circled him like an Over excited puppy.

"Morning!.... How'd ya sleep huh?. Good dreams?, i had a dream where i was in a house made of Sugar. But i didn't like the taste of it. Does that sound strange?..."

[pablostudioz]

Vertigo sat in his bed. The Sun had just risen. He coverred his eyes to block out the Sun's rays. He looked down at his hands tiredly. The door slammed open suddenly and Skellette jumped into the room. She began to pester him with all sorts of questions. Vertigo answerred with grunts and groans. He was not prepared for this, or anything else for that matter. It was too early to answer any questions.

Skellette jumped onto him and continued to ask him more stuff. Vertigo looked at her and said, "You know I am not wearing any pants right?" Skellette's face blushed and she jumped out of the bed and dashed out of the room. Vertigo smirked and got up. He put his jeans on. Then, he put on his socks, shirt, and shoes. With a stretch and yawn, he walked out of the room. Going through the corridor, he went on to the deck. "Weird.. No sign of Skellete.." he thought. The next island was in sight. The ship was not more than a mile away from the island. A calm breeze blew the ship closer. They reached the docks and laid the anchor down. Vertigo smiled.

[shisha]

She had actually been sitting in the Kitchen, doing what you'd expect someone to be doing in there. Cooking. Not for anyone else though, no, just for herself. The girl had just slaved over a hot stove and left behind a quite impressive stack of plates and kitchen utensils that now needed cleaning. Not that she really paid attention to that, her attention was firmly focused on the bowl before her. In the bowl sat a mountain of a snack, pretty much a little of everything the ship had to offer. Even foodstuff's that you'd never expect to see together, ever, were heaped in the pile as well. Her tongue was sticking out quite Lazily, like a dog, eyes as big as the plate she had the food on. Suddenly without any warning, she dived head first into her creation, her hands a blur hidden by food flying in all directions. By the end of it all, she sat there hands on her stomach looking very satisfied with herself, a loud burp shot through her lips making them wriggle a little. Slowly she got up and waddled like a penguin over to the door, but strangely her figure remained the same, still just right. After a quick inspection of her body work so to speak, she walked out of the kitchen with a smile, looking for Vertigo.