[ Though this man is clearly all alone and in need of assistance, he doesn't seem the least bit worried about his predicament. Reclined in his tiny rowboat, his legs are propped up onto the side, one crossed over the other with foot a'bobbin'. He sings to himself whilst watching your ship approach, nibbling on biscuits from a jar propped up against his side.
Once you're finally within earshot, he'll raise one eerily pale hand (how he's managed not to color - at least redden - is beyond you) to twiddle his long, black-painted nails in your crew's general direction. ]
Yo-hooo. H e h . Mind giving a poor fellow a lift?
[d]
[ You've been warned to stay away from the south end of the hull, if you had a delicate stomach, but you juuust didn't listen.
The first you'll notice is the terrible smell of death - chemicals overpowering your senses, to thankfully stale the open body on the table that your familiar crew-mate is currently hands-deep in. You might retch and avert your eyes, but they'll only be met by the rows of preserved organs that line the shelves of open cabinets.
Undertaker noticed you a while ago, but now that he's properly removed the large intestine that he was harvesting, he allows it to splat-ter onto the tray he's so carefully placed beside his former guest, and finally, greets you!
By raising the corpse's pasty and cold hand by the wrist to give you a friendly wave, of course! ]
Aaaaaah, hello, hel-lo~. If I'd known that I was having a visitor, I might've prepared you a seat♥!
Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji
[ Though this man is clearly all alone and in need of assistance, he doesn't seem the least bit worried about his predicament. Reclined in his tiny rowboat, his legs are propped up onto the side, one crossed over the other with foot a'bobbin'. He sings to himself whilst watching your ship approach, nibbling on biscuits from a jar propped up against his side.
Once you're finally within earshot, he'll raise one eerily pale hand (how he's managed not to color - at least redden - is beyond you) to twiddle his long, black-painted nails in your crew's general direction. ]
Yo-hooo. H e h . Mind giving a poor fellow a lift?
[d]
[ You've been warned to stay away from the south end of the hull, if you had a delicate stomach, but you juuust didn't listen.
The first you'll notice is the terrible smell of death - chemicals overpowering your senses, to thankfully stale the open body on the table that your familiar crew-mate is currently hands-deep in. You might retch and avert your eyes, but they'll only be met by the rows of preserved organs that line the shelves of open cabinets.
Undertaker noticed you a while ago, but now that he's properly removed the large intestine that he was harvesting, he allows it to splat-ter onto the tray he's so carefully placed beside his former guest, and finally, greets you!
By raising the corpse's pasty and cold hand by the wrist to give you a friendly wave, of course! ]
Aaaaaah, hello, hel-lo~. If I'd known that I was having a visitor, I might've prepared you a seat♥!