SlickStab the Fearsome patrolled the waters like none other, her trusty parrot, Goea Oostba, perching steadily on her shoulder.
Oh? What is this, some sort of weird roleplaying?
Nope. This is me narrating you. Also, I see that you've discovered how to bold the text. Or was it that I finally realized that it got overly confusing to tell if you were actually talking to somebody else or myself? Or is it that I'm just rambling at this point and focusing more on vomiting words onto a page and not actually going back to read what I'm typing? Either way--
Freakin' stop it, will you? I'm trying to pirate here.
Heh. You're liking it then?
Yes... the dark, tattered robes of a once-famed sailor wrap about my body, the reek of death seeps from the saline waters below, and my favorite part about it? This ship. This ship of mine that you have gifted upon me I shall treasure as my prized possession, its sleek, dark paint symbolic of the color of my soul, and-- WHY THE HECK IS IT SUDDENLY MADE OF CHOCOLATE?!
Sorry. Got bored there. Boom. Happy now? It's back.
Ahem. As I was musing, the ship of mine--
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Please don't do that again.
<.<
>.>
Ships. Ha.
Don't you dare ship me with the mare that you cursed me to be with.
Come to think of it, I haven't been giving Ego Boos-- er, Goea Oostba, much time in this chapter to speak. Mind speaking up about anything, Booster?
"WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP INSIDE--"
Huh. Seems like Ego Boost figured out how to color her dialogue. Alrighty then.
"Hrm." Butter Knife the Adventurous Pirate mused to herself, "I do like myself a good soul song every now and then. I shall let her continue."
"--CALL MY NAME AND SAVE ME FROM THE DARK--"
Alrighty, you lovebirds. I'll letcha chill on your ship for a while now.
WHAT NO--
See y'all, I'm out!