A/N: I have ended The Hairy Situations, because I have no more ideas.
Follow My Footsteps
This was his chance.
Eyeball grabbed the nearest person of the crew and dragged him in the centre of the circle. He swung his around, holding onto his waist and hand. With the only eye he had, he passionately looked into his partner's eyes as they waltzed three steps to the right and then the left. The music ascended into a higher, tenser tone, the beat thumping with their hearts - the rhythm of life. Eyeball released his light grip from his partner's hips and allowed his partner to twirl out and back into his arms in one smooth motion. Eyes were pinned on the pair, mouths were agape, bodies were still. The heat of the dance stirred up and rose as the record spun around and his partner spun around faster, faster…
…Until he collapsed into Eyeball's arms, dizzy and exhausted.
"You are light on your feet," the partner muttered tiredly to Eyeball.
He looked up into his first mate's eye. His partner's eye. His lead for the dance.
"I taught you well," Captain Scabulous said.
A/N: Friendship! [Cue for your "Awws"]. If it wasn't clear, Eyeball was the lead and Captain Scabulous was the partner. I don't know why I did this, but I thought these guys needed some more recognition.
Remember one thing kids. Pirates are cooler than ninjas. Period.