Sparrow frowned as more ghosts appeared in the crowded room of the sinkhole. Captain Dread's voice cackled from above, confident that she wasn't going to find that gold he'd hidden centuries ago.
"Bring me her liver, men!"
The hero actually stopped mid-swing and looked up at the ceiling. The ghost pirate she was about to wollop with her Axe of Disharmony stopped as well, looking confusedly at his ghostly counterparts.
"What in the world," Sparrow began, "would you want with my liver? What could you even possibly do with it? Do you realize just how stupid that sounded?"
The Captain's disembodied voice sputtered for a moment, mumbling something about how livers contained a lot of iron. Sparrow rolled her eyes and determined that he couldn't give a satisfactory answer, shrugged her shoulders and finished her swing. The cry of pain her enemy gave was satisfaction enough anyhow.