Location: somewhere in Whyphobistan
A man just came home, after a long day at work, working as a police officer.
"What did you do at work, dad?", asked his daughter, curious.
"I have arrested two rapists and a clown", he explained.
"Why the clown?", asked his daughter, and he immediately shot her with his assault rifle, killing her for committing such a heinous crime in Whyphobistan. A criminal like her surely doesn't deserve to live.
"Ah, I love making sure the law is respected!", he said, smiling happily, proud of himself.
But this is not the story that will be told today.
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Location: Atlantic Ocean
The ship was sailing into the calm ocean, such a delight, being lulled by the angelic waves.
"Listen, crew! Our destination this time is McMurdo Station in Antarctica! There is a precious treasure there, that we have to steal!", explained the Captain of the pirate ship, Mrs Stormbearer. The members of the crew were shocked, and they tried to discourage Mrs Stormbearer from trying to go there, explaining how stormy and deadly the southern oceans really are.
"Captain, I'm not trying to sound respectful, but...", Cherrie started to explain, "the southern oceans are stormy, deadly, very dangerous. There is a high risk of dying there. Already below 40 degrees south of latitude, there is an area called 'the roaring forties', below 50 degrees south, there are 'the furious fifties', and below 60 degrees south, there are 'the screaming sixties'. McMurdo Station is located at almost 78 degrees south of latitude, on Ross Island, it's a very deadly place. If we really go there, it's better if we arrive there in December or January, since that's the peak of the summer there. Now it's July, it's the dead of the winter in Antarctica and the southern oceans, so we need to time our journey properly, and even then, it's almost surely going to be a suicide. Are ye sure we want to go there? Are we really prepared to deal with temperatures well below (255 K, -18 °C, 0 °F)? Can't we go somewhere else?", she said.
"I am sure. That treasure will bring us luxury and make us filthy rich. Let's go! Ahoy!", said Mrs Stormbearer, as the ship was directed towards the south.
"Rich!!!", said Wildbeard, salivating in excitement.
"Money won't make me happy", said Bluebeard, feeling hopeless.
The crew of the ship is relatively large, with about 100 members (including the Captain and the prisoners), but the main and most important are:
-Mrs Stormbearer: the Captain of the ship. She has frequent and very smelly flatulence, but she usually either doesn't care, or feels proud of that. She has a very high self-esteem and loves bragging about her accomplishments (even those she didn't actually achieve). She wants to show everyone how brave she is, and sometimes calls people 'cowards' even if they are having a perfectly rational fear or worry.
-Wildbeard: one of physically strongest members of the crew, but he's also one of the least intelligent
-Bluebeard: one of the most negative and pessimistic members of the crew, he feels hopeless and is filled with existential despair. He drinks beer to forget. Forget what?
-Strawbeard: optimistic, he tries to see things with a positive attitude, and sometimes uses sarcasm and dark humor to lighten up the spirits during a bad moment
-Blackbeard: wise, he tries to impart his wisdom with vague yet inspiring quotes
-Raspbeard: solitary, reserved, but with an optimistic spirit. He sometimes hallucinates stuff.
-Elderbeard: one of the oldest members of the crew, he's one of the most interested in Mrs Stormbearer's tales
-Cranbeard: a good musician, he can play music to accompany the glorious tales of Mrs Stormbearer, to intensify the epic feelings of her stories
-Hucklebeard: he loves hugs... and alcohol... yes, he loves alcohol even more than the rest of the crew. He's one of the heaviest drinkers in the ship. Drinking too much alcohol makes him horny sometimes.
-Cherrie: one of the few females in the ship, she's one of the smartest and most educated members of the crew, but sometimes she's poor at detecting sarcasm. She
sometimes gets harassed by Hucklebeard when he's even more drunk than usual, but luckily, Wildbeard is always willing to protect her.
"It's story time!", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling excited, "Wildbeard, could you please bring me a chair so I can sit down while telling the story?", she asked.
"Yes!", said Wildbeard, entering the rooms of the ship to find a chair (presumably).
"Cranbeard, are you ready to play the violin to make my story even more exciting to hear?", asked Mrs Stormbearer.
"Aye, Captain!", said Cranbeard, carrying his violin with him already, happy to help the Captain.
Suddenly, Wildbeard came back, thrashing a prisoner on the deck of the ship and bringing him to Mrs Stormbearer.
"Chair!", he said, feeling satisfied.
"Wildbeard... that's a prisoner, not a chair", said Mrs Stormbearer, sweating embarassed.
"Oh...", said Wildbeard, a bit embarassed for his inability to distinguish between a chair and a human being.
"Well, actually, Wildbeard, nevermind, I will use that prisoner as a chair. I will sit on his face. Thank you, Wildbeard!", said Mrs Stormbearer, smiling politely and sitting on the prisoner's face, with his nose right between her asscheeks, as that was a very comfortable position for her, "Cranbeard, start the music! Allegro in C Major, please!", she requested, and he started playing that with his violin.
"If you don't know me already, I'm a young female pirate, full of exciting stories about my life, to share to everyone who is interested - and those who are not interested, as well. I am Mrs Stormbearer, the bearer of the storm. Nnnggghhh..."
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Mrs Stormbearer released a loud, dense and smelly fart, and since she was sitting with her ass right on the prisoner's nose, her fart went right up his nostrils, and the main members of the crew, who were sitting in a circle around Mrs Stormbearer at the center, could hear the prisoner gagging from the rancid stench. Strawbeard laughed at the prisoner's reaction, he found it amusing to think how that poor guy was forced to smell Mrs Stormbearer's stinky farts like that. As soon as Mrs Stormbearer's own fart reached her nostrils, she could smell it, and the stench was really potent.
"Phew~what a strong smell I just caused! Arr! I wonder if it's because of the canned beans I ate this morning, or the rum. Or both~", she commented, proud of how smelly her fart was. "Today, I shall be telling y'all the story of how I reached the harsh lands of northern Nunavut. The infamous Baffin Bay didn't scare me at all! Only wimps are afraid to navigate such waters!", she started telling her story, "I'm not afraid of strong winds!"
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"Pst... I actually don't believe that her story is true...", whispered Strawbeard to Hucklebeard, who was so drunk he could barely understand anything that was happening around him, anyway. The prisoner was having a really hard, smelly time under Mrs Stormbearer's ass, but he was not allowed to escape from that situation, so he was feeling hopeless.
"SHUT UP! I heard you, Strawbeard. And for your information, my stories are all 100% true!", Mrs Stormbearer said, "Now that the misunderstanding is cleared, I shall continue telling my story", she said, "Baffin Bay was very stormy, but I braved the waters like the true pirate I am. A ship was visible on the horizon, and I warned the crew members I had at the time: 'SAIL HO'. We were ready to give no quarters. We prepared our cannons. I shouted: FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
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"You can't imagine how good that felt~the enemy ship sunk with the power of my cannons. We truly sent those bastards to Davis Jones' locker! The crew I had at that time was weaker than y'all, so, not to brag, but the merit was almost all mine~I'm truly proud of how powerful - and deadly - my cannons are", she said, grinning happily.
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"I didn't miss life at home, I'm a person born to explore. I knew everything was alright at home, I ordered my slave to feed and take care of my pet T-Rex everyday, nothing could go wrong. My final destination was Cape Columbia, at the northermost tip of Ellesmere Island. The Nares Strait was filled with ice, it was impossible to proceed with a normal ship - or so the weaklings believe. I thought to myself 'if only there was some way to produce a hot wind to melt all this ice', but of course, that's impossible"
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"Aaahhh~~~shut up, chair!!! Anyway, after some time, I realised it was indeed impossible to proceed with our normal ship, but that doesn't mean I was weak, it just meant the ship was weak! So, I jumped off the ship along with the rest of the crew, and we walked through the ice, not afraid of any danger. Soon, we ran into a huge, hungry Giganotosaurus. The crew was scared of that docile puppy that couldn't even compare to the brute strength of my pet T-Rex, they were cowards! But I was brave enough to kill that animal with my sword alone, and thanks to me, we had fresh meat for months! After about a month of exhausting walking, we reached the land of Ellesmere Island, and we walked until we reached Cape Columbia. The weakest members of that crew died shamefully. After that fun school trip, we came back home. I was so disappointed to see my slave got eaten by my pet T-Rex, when I came back. And that was just one of my many adventures!", she said, ending the story, "NNNGGGHH..."
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The nasty stench of Mrs Stormbearer's ass gas was spreading through the air even more, so at that point, the crew members who were listening the story backed away a little bit, except for Wildbeard, who didn't understand that smell was the farts of Mrs Stormbearer, so he was smelling his own armpits to check whether that was the source of the smell or not, but he wasn't able to reach any conclusion about that.
"What an exciting story...", said Strawbeard sarcastically, yawning, "...definitely a true story that actually happened"
"I disagree with you, Strawbeard, I do not think her story is true. For instance, the Giganotosaurus does not live at those extreme latitudes in the tundra, especially not at 80 degrees north, and especially not on the sea ice!", explained Cherrie, not understanding Strawbeard's sarcasm, and doubting the veradicity of Mrs Stormbearer's story.
"I was being sarcastic, her story is clearly bullshit", said Strawbeard.
"SHUT UP YOU TWO! Or else, I will blast my ass gas cannons on your noses!", yelled Mrs Stormbearer, furious.
"Sometimes silence is more powerful than a thousand words", said Blackbeard, giving his usual vague advice, to Strawbeard and Cherrie.
"Cranbeard, play my favourite pirate song! You know which one!", said Mrs Stormbearer, smirking happily. As soon as Cranbeard started playing, she started singing.
"♫ Do what you want, 'cause a pirate is free ♫
♫ You are a pirate! ♫
♫ Yarr harr fiddle lee dee ♫
♫ Being a pirate is alright with me ♫
♫ Do what you want, 'cause a pirate is free ♫
♫ You are a pirate! ♫
♫ Yo ho, ahoy and avast ♫
♫ Being a pirate is really badass ♫
♫ Hand the black flag at the end of the mast ♫
♫ You are a pirate ♫"
Mrs Stormbearer was feeling happy and excited, and all the crew was dancing to the tune of the song. Cherrie was feeling a little bit uncomfortable, however, and she was about to explain why.
"Captain, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but... we probably broke some copyright laws by enjoying this song without the permission of the authors", explained Cherrie, a bit nervously.
"Why the hell are you worrying about copyright laws, Cherrie? We are PIRATES!", explained Mrs Stormbearer, "We break all the laws with no shame anyway. Oh, I need to let it rip again, I think the alcohol is really fermeting inside my stomach today~"
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"Silent... but deadly. Great qualities for any type of cannon!", Mrs Stormbearer said, rubbing her belly, proud of herself. As the SBD Mrs Stormbearer just released was spreading through the outdoor air of the ship and polluting the environment with a very potent stench that made people's eyes water, the crew backed away, to the opposite end of the ship, in order for them to breathe some fresh air that didn't smell like rotten eggs and sewage. The prisoner Mrs Stormbearer was sitting on was feeling very sick and half-dead from having smelled so many nasty farts at blank point, and Wildbeard just took him by his arm and violenty threw him in the ship cell again, locking the door again. He has been a useful chair for Mrs Stormbearer, but now she wasn't needing him anymore.
"The Captain's farts are too smelly, I can't breathe when I'm in that stink cloud!", Cherrie complained to Bluebeard.
"Smells like life...", said Bluebeard, lying on the floor of the ship, in a fetal position, hopeless about life, and having given up a long time ago.
"What's wrong, Bluebeard?", asked Cherrie, worried.
"Everything...", said Bluebeard, with a feeble voice, full of apathy, indifference and negativity, "...I never wanted to be a pirate. I never wanted to be born, even"
While Cherrie and Bluebeard were conversating with each other, Hucklebeard approached Cherrie with a creepy vibe, heavily smelling like liquor, and he started sexually molesting her.
"FUCK!", yelled Wildbeard, violently punching Hucklebeard, making him fall on the floor, with his face bleeding, "BAD!", Wildbeard said, yelling at Hucklebeard.
"Thank you for saving me once again, Wildbeard", said Cherrie, starting to sound indifferent as this was a very common scenario in the ship.
"SAFE!", said Wildbeard, excited and proud.
"I saw what you did with my own eyes, Hucklebeard", said Mrs Stormbearer, "You need to be punished. No, you won't dance the hempen jig, you won't learn your mistakes if I kill you", she said, sounding serious. She sat on Hucklebeard's face, with his nose right between her asschecks, right on her anus, and she grabbed Hucklebeard's head with her hands and made sure his head stayed where it should be, "Get ready, it's going to smell really bad! This is your punishment. Good luck down there~nnnggghhh...~"
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"Another silent but deadly!", she said, proud of her own fart, "Phew!~", she exclaimed, fanning the air around her, as soon as the stench reached her nostrils.
"STINK!", said Wildbeard, excited about how Hucklebeard was being punished.
"I can't imagine how bad it must reek for you, with your nose right in that dangerous position~", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling proud and excited.
"Perhaps Hucklebeard will stop harassing me like that after your punishment, so, thank you, Mrs Stormbearer!", said Cherrie, feeling hopeful that she could finally feel safe walking around the ship, without feeling anxiety whenever she saw Hucklebeard drinking more than ten shots of rum in a row. Cherrie has never seen Hucklebeard sober in her entire life, so she was wondering what sober Hucklebeard would behave like, but she knew that was a fantasy that probably will never become true.
"You're welcome, Cherrie! Here, Hucklebeard, have some more~I bet it doesn't smell like alcohol, right? HAHAHA! Nnngghhh...~"
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"Aaahhh~I could feel your nose becoming hot from my gas~", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling comfortable and proud, not planning to end the punishment anytime soon. He really wanted to teach Hucklebeard a lesson that didn't smell like alcohol.
"FART!", said Wildbeard, laughing at the idea Mrs Stormbearer had to punish Hucklebeard letting her smelly farts rip on his nose. R.I.P. his nose!
"Hucklebeard has two valid reasons for feeling nausated", said Strawbeard, "being drunk from alcohol, and motion sickness. But now, Mrs Stormbearer, you're giving him a third valid reason for the nausea! HAHA! Good job, Captain!"
"Thank you, Strawbeard. I'm just making sure Cherrie can feel safe in our ship, it's just my job as a captain~", said Mrs Stormbearer.
"Thank you very much, Captain!", said Cherrie, feeling grateful.
"I'm not planning to end this punishment anytime soon, Hucklebeard. You're going to smell a lot of bad gas under there!", said Mrs Stormbearer, having another fart ready, "Nnnggghhh...~"
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"Oh, this sounded bubbly! I'm pretty sure it's stinky, anyway, haha!", said Mrs Stormbearer, having fun farting on Hucklebeard's face. As soon as she fully realised how good farting right on someone's nose is, after farting so much on that prisoner's nose, she couldn't miss the chance of doing that again, and what's a better opportunity of farting on someone's nose as a punishment!
"This is clearly a punishment for Hucklebeard, but he would no longer suffer once he understands stench is just an illusion", said Blackbeard, getting a bit closer to Mrs Stormbearer, "EWW!!! I was wrong, stench is not an illusion! Stench is real! PHEW!!!", he said, with his eyes watering after some of the gas reached his nose, he started fanning the air around him and backing away again to a safer, less smelly distance.
"BRAP!", said Wildbeard, laughing, pronouncing an onomatopeia of the sound of Captain's farts. He found it really entertaining and kept laughing about it.
"The stench is indeed real, Blackbeard, and that's why I look at the punishment from this distance. I don't want to get too close, it really stinks there! And it is because it stinks, that's effective as a punishment, so hopefully, I'll be safe in this ship by myself!", said Cherrie.
"Yes, I noticed...", said Blackbeard, gagging a little bit in his mouth just by remembering that smell.
"I hope this will be a strong enough deterrent from harassing Cherrie or even anyone in this ship!", said Mrs Stormbearer, "get ready to take a deep breath, do it for all of us, okay?~nnnggghhh...~"
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"I'm doing it for your good, and the good of everyone in this ship. I'm doing this because I love you~", said Mrs Stormbearer, using a cliche excuse when she was mostly doing it for her own pleasure, protecting Cherrie was also one of her reasons, but it was secondary to the satisfaction she was feeling by farting on Hucklebeard's face.
"LOVE!", said Wildbeard, feeling excited because he heard that word. He was feeling excited, loved, happy and comforted, just because he heard that word, the context didn't matter.
"I don't mean to disrespect, Captain, but...", started saying Cherrie, "I don't think this is love. According to the official definition..."
"Shut up once in a while, Cherrie!", yelled Mrs Stormbearer, starting to feel a little bit irritated.
"Aye, sir. Nice weather, today, uh? Beware of the allosaurus behind you, sir!", said Raspbeard, talking with one of his hallucinations again.
"Breathe another fart in, Hucklebeard! Nnngghhh!!!", said Mrs Stormbearer, but at this point, the crew was starting to lose interest in looking at the fart punishment show, and they were starting to hang around other parts of the ship.
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Hucklebeard was gagging, crying, with his eyes watering and with his nose burning, but the crew wasn't even laughing at that anymore, they were just doing other things, and thinking about other things.
"I wish there was actually an allosaurus here, not just in Raspbeard's mind, so my horrible life can end today...", said Bluebeard, crying on the floor of the ship.
"WISH!", said Wildbeard, rubbing his chin, in one of his rare moments of thinking, wondering about the nature of wishes.
Cranbeard was playing music and most of the crew was dancing to it, even Cherrie wasn't even watching the punishment anymore, the only one that kept watching was Elderbeard.
"Suffer under my ass, bastard!", said Mrs Stormbearer, "NNNGGGHHH...!!!"
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"Aaahhh~I love feeling you squirm from the smell of my nasty gas, under my beautiful ass! I won't let you escape so quickly~", she said, proud.
"I'm very proud of how far you have come, Captain. You have learned how to rule your crew without beheading them. I'm genuinely impressed", said Elderbeard, nodding satisfied.
"Thank you, Elderbeard~", said Mrs Stormbearer, excited, as any compliment from anyonen makes her feel high.
"That's a small step for a woman, and a huge leap for our crew!", said Blackbeard, walking in, offering his vague wisdom as usual.
"Thank you, Blackbeard.. I guess~", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling even more high as she was being complimented by more than one person, "look how fetid my gas is... look at Hucklebeard's tormented face and body. He's begging me to release him from this hell, but I won't~for a while~", she said, smirking proudly, "nnnggghhh...~"
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"Aaahhh~", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling satisfied as Hucklebeard was gagging a lot, "Don't you DARE throwing up on my ship, understood? You'll have to clean it up yourself if you do!", she warned.
"BIRDS!", yelled Wildbear, warning about the horde of pterodactyls that were coming towards the ship.
"Damn, I have met those wicked birds before. They are even more aggressive than albatrosses! It's trouble if we don't defend ourselves, so double damn! Because this also means I have to get up from Hucklebeard's face!", said Mrs Stormbearer, thinking out loud, and getting up from Hucklebeard's face, "Okay Hucklebeard, you got really lucky, your punishment is over. Don't you DARE harass Cherrie or anyone else again, understood?", said Mrs Stormbearer.
"Understood?", she said, but Hucklebeard was not replying. He seemed to have passed out, for some reason or another. Or both.
"SHOW A LEG!", Mrs Stormbearer shouted, shaking Hucklebeard's body, and he woke up from his slumber, "Hucklebeard, you got lucky, your punishment is over. Don't you DARE harass Cherrie or anyone else again, understood?", repeated Mrs Stormbearer.
"Aye Captain...", said Hucklebeard, weakly.
"And as a further punishment, you are not allowed to drink alcohol for the next 24 hours, starting from now. Understood?", she further warned.
"PLEASE NOOO!!!", yelled Hucklebeard, begging Mrs Stormbearer to spare him from what Hucklebeard thought was the most cruel and inhuman torture ever.
"I have decided, you can't oppose my decision. If you drink even one drop of alcohol in the next 24 hours, AND/OR harass Cherrie - or anyone else - ever again, I will throw you in the ocean, and you'll sink faster than a velociraptor, understood?", she said, angry.
"Understood...", said Hucklebeard, weakly, slowly passing out again.
"PTERODACTYLS HO! Everyone, prepare the weapons!", commanded Mrs Stormbearer, with a sword in her hand. Some people used cannons and some people used bows and arrows. As the pterodactyls finally arrived at the ship, several (but not all) members of the crew fought against them, gaining fresh meat as a prize. Two pterodactyls were attacking Bluebeard, and he wasn't attacking back, or defending himself. He was letting the pterodactyls kill him.
"Thank you, sweet birds", said Bluebeard, coughing blood and bleeding from the attacks, "today is a fine day to die", he mumbled, smiling for the first time in at least a very long while.
"What the hell are you doing, Bluebeard?", said Mrs Stormbearer, killing the pterodactyls who were attacking Bluebeard, with her sword, "Cherrie, bring Bluebeard inside, we have some doctors as members of the crew! He's bleeding heavily!", she explained, and Cherrie did as the Captain said.
It was a short but brutal fight, several members of the crew were deeply hurt and bleeding from the attacks, the doctors will have a lot of work today, but the positive side is that they had a huge amount of meat for everyone for months!
Mrs Stormbearer lit a fire and cooked some pterodactyl meat as a reward for the good job of the crew, Hucklebeard was also rewarded and he was allowed to eat the pterodactyl meat, even though it was difficult for him to swallow without some good liquor, without a few shots of rum it was something difficult to digest. Mrs Stormbearer loved the pterodactyl meat, it was very yummy and delicious, but soon she noticed the pterodactyl meat made her even gassier than usual.
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"Oops, excuse me~", she said, smiling proudly, "oh, it stinks~"
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"Whoa~who knew pterodactyl meat would make me so gassy~hehehe~", she said, giggling and finding it funny.
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[THREE MONTHS LATER]
The sea was very stormy, there was a very high chance of the ship sinking and all the crew dying.
"Where are we?", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling nauseated by the high waves, looking far from the stoic and brave pirate she described herself in her stories.
"Judging by the movements of the Sun within the day and the duration of the night, I estimate we are at around 40 degrees of latitude south. Unfortunately I can't estimate the longitude, but I strongly suspect the closest land to us right now would be Tristan da Cunha", explained Cherrie, using her knowledge, "but it doesn't matter, because there is 100% probability that we will die very soon", she said.
"DIE?", said Mrs Stormbearer, feeling scared, being the coward that she accused everyone else of being.
"I calculated the force, height and speed of the waves. There is no way this ship is going to resist", Cherrie explained.
"DEATH!", yelled Wildbeard, understanding the situation, in a remarkable moment of lucidity.
"Death is just the transition from life to something else, the end of an adventurous journey, the destination we all reach at some point in our paths, and I am glad my life has been worthy of living. This is the best way to die for a pirate like me, I accept no grave but the ocean", said Blackbeard, feeling honoured to die in such a honorable way.
"At least I won't hear any more of our Captain's tales. Dead women tell no tales!", Strawbeard said, with an awkward laugh as he was trying to comfort himself with dark humor, even though he felt terrorised and scared of death, deep inside.
"I have lived a good life", said Elderbeard, scared yet satisfied, in a bittersweet mood.
"The life of a musician always ends in silence", said Cranbeard, feeling inspired by Blackbeard for some reason.
"NOOO!!! I'd hate dying in the ocean! I hate any liquid that is not alcoholic!", said Hucklebeard, with the fear of death and fear of non-alcoholic liquids. He was drinking the last shots of Rum of his life.
"It's the end...", said Raspbeard, crying because of his unsatisfying life full of regrets, and things he would still have loved doing.
"Finally. This day has arrived", said Bluebeard, with a rare smile on his face, as he was meeting the waves that would end his life.
"According to my extensive research about Near-Death Experiences, death feels like...", said Cherrie, not being able to finish the last sentence of her life, as she was drowning in the deep blue ocean, swallowed by the waves.