Methuselah
"Ow!" He groaned, wincing at the sudden slamming on his poor head. Sadly, she was much stronger than him so she easily managed to slip out from his grip and fell.
"Wait, no!" He cried in horror. Damn, he had been to hasty, with a wave of his hand a dark tendril stretched down as fast as he could manage, but it didn't come even close to catching her. All it could grab was her silver sword before pulling it back towards him like an elastic bungee of DARKNESS, leaving her to crash on the ground.
Oh no...
Lorenzo Remei
"J-j-jump!? Are you out of your MIND!? If I touch that water, I'll DIE!!" He screamed in protest, clearly distressed. It wasn't that he was scared or anything, how could a pirate be afraid of the water in the first place!? Hah! No way, he wasn't scared at all, it was just self preservation.
Water burst even further as the engine caught fire, blowing more fire over the ship to the point it begin to break down. Some of it almost splashed on the poor pirate, who jumped back and nearly fell out of the ship.
"EEEEEEEK!! Alright, alright! I'M DOING THIS, WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!" Pumped up and ready, he counted to three, prayed really hard, breathed even harder, and jumped. Skeletons aren't very good at jumping, such a distance... no one could make it!
But he was no ordinary skeleton, he was Lorenzo Remei, soaring in the heavens spectacularly with dazzling flames behind him. As the manliest pirate, how could he let mere liquid beat him? He would burn the water and distance away and carve his own path!! With a spectacular flip he weaved through the sky and barely managed to grab the ledge of the ship with his own two hands.
"Yess! I did it! Bwahahahahahahah!! Now help me out, you fools!!"
Malcolm Kimberlee
Malcolm took the pen and wrote his name. "There, now what?" He asked with total and absolute interest.