Avast, Ye Mortal Dogs!

“I mean… It was disorienting at first but it wasn’t hard to adjust?”

“Haha! Says the one who had the worst of it!”

“… Shut up, Salizar!”

((Fo’c’s’le songs preceded the modern shanty -which were considered work songs- and were mostly performed for entertainment, with instrument accompaniment, in the forecastle -or fo’c’s’le- of the ship. The Charon crew enjoy them any ol’ where on the deck though~))

“It’s what my father had her built for.”

“Because, well… It’s not like my brethren and I need doctoring and real food!~ c: And someone’s gotta take care of our feeding source! 

Did I say that aloud? Oh my goodness! cx”

“The day watch keeps the mortal crew in line. The night crew sleep below deck or in our cabins, save whoever has taken day watch.”

“We’re not your run-of-the-mill Barbary Coast or Spanish Main buccaneers. We’re something more. Something dread. But then, I don’t expect mortals to get it.”

“Lesser pirates who parade their bounty about, as if it were a craven medal, soon dance the hempen jig.”

“No matter how many times they assure me I’m in the safest place I could be, I still worry. My maker thought he was untouchable, too. He’s dead now.”

“Thanks, Aureline… >.>” “You know I’m only teasing, Chiro~ c: You’re technically more bat than I am!”