At the End of a Sentence
The Pirates! Band of Misfits film (or 'In an Adventure with Scientists' in the U.K.), was simply an amazing movie. There's not much else I can say about it.
Anyway, I saw, much to my chagrin, that there isn't a section for this movie yet, so until then it will remain here in Misc. Reviews are love :T
The Pirates! belongs to Gideon Defoe and Aardman Animations respectively.
Being a pirate, one was due to know the dangers of such an occupation. No man came out unharmed from a length career of pirating, from the meekest cabin boy to the most buxom of pirate captains, whether it be a lost limb, or even a lingering limp. The pirate with a scarf, however, had long given up the hope of avoiding such injuries.
"Ah, keeping your hands off that wound now, aren't you, Number Two?"
The scarf-wearing pirate startled, glancing up, his hand still resting guiltily on the livid scar that, since of last week, ran down the length of his cheek. He mustered a blameworthy grimace. "Sorry, Captain. I'm still not used to it yet."
The Pirate Captain nodded in understanding, walking over to his lieutenant's side, and folding his arms as the bitter sea wind ruffled his luxuriant beard. "Well, no harm done, lad! But best be careful and avoid touching it too often—that doctor on Blood Island warned you."
Allowing his hand to fall from the scar, still red and stinging, the pirate with the scarf nodded with a sigh. "I know, Captain. It's just…odd. None of my other battle wounds were quite so visible," the scarf-wearing pirate's hand twitched, itching to scratch at his scar again, and he winced, "or painful."
The Pirate Captain clapped a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "The pain will fade in due time, Number Two. Say, if I'd been run through the same amount of times that you have, I would hardly be able to stand, let alone lead this pack of knaves!"
The scarf-wearing pirate allowed a smile to cross his more rugged features, mostly towards the Captain's usual prone to exaggeration than anything else. "The compliment is appreciated, Captain."
There was a pause, before the Pirate Captain coughed awkwardly into his fist, eyes flitting off into space. "Yes, well, and, ah… thank you for getting in between that cutlass and me. I never would've seen it, and it would've cut my beard to ribbons."
Understanding his Captain's aloofness and attempt to keep his composure, the pirate with a scarf and a scar smiled wryly. "I'm happy to be of service, Captain."
And besides, what was one measly little scar for a pirate?