Surrounded by countless shattered bottles of all shapes, contents and sizes laid a lone man. It appeared he was drowning, so he gargled and hacked his way, shaking until his head emerged from the toilet.
What the... hell...
The pirate couldn't remember a thing from the last few minutes, his senses still hazy and head still aching, he felt a cold chill down his back as he coughed once more.
W-why am I naked?
Even more curious was the cold, an unfriendly and unkind sensation tore at him. Somehow the room felt quiet, way too quiet. Despite his unease, Lorenzo stood without much difficulty at all. In fact, he felt lighter than ever before!
He needed clothes, or something to cover himself. So he tried to quickly open the door and-
"Maaan, I really had too much today eh? Let's just get outta here and open the door. Yes, let us open this door. With this hand, I will hold this knob, and open the door and leave without being seen."
Eh?
For a second, it seemed Lorenzo's hand slipped trough the doorknob.
Haha, very funny, I really drank a good lot did I?
The pirate waved his hands madly at the door, to trying to push it or hold on to something, anything. His eyes were filled with despair at this point.
Oh no, oh no no no no.
The pirate stared at the door for a good while. Yes, this was all a dream, he was sleeping and he would wake up veeeery soon.
Any moment now...
Any moment...
As if driven by a mad impulse, the seafarer decided he couldn't take it any longer. Charging, he ran up against the door with his eyes constantly shut, going as fast as he could.
"This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a-", suddenly the pirate opened his eyes. Gasping in sheer horror, he found himself halfway between a wall and another unfamiliar room. He stood untouched, almost aetherial. As if a ghost.
"OH MY GOD!", he shrieked at the realisation. The poor pirate was now, somehow, because of something, very very dead.
The pirate was now overtook by panic, running maniacally in every direction, and yet nothing seemed to impede him be it furniture or walls.
Save me, for the love of all that is good, spare my soul. I have lived a good life, as the main character I am supposed to die gaillantly!
And then he stumbled on one room. It was completely accidental mind you, the unfortunate lad had no idea where he was going. But surprise now overtook him, Lorenzo was frozen in place as he saw two very familiar faces.
If ghosts could blush, the pirate would be glowing red by this point.
Thankfully, he was not in the room, only his head popped from the ceiling. Like a furtive mouse, he laid hidden from their line of sight, slowly sliding back out as if nothing happened.
I was never here.
Cheep! Cheep cheep cheep cheep, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep!
"Birdy! Scout the area at once, aid my mate in any way you can!", roared the phantom pirate. Suddenly, a glorious bird of flame and awesomesauce appeared.
Yessir!
"Cheepeep!", the proud creature chirped, using it's divine powers to play a sexy sax jam, just loud enough for it to be heard in the room.