Bots on the high seas, this can only go well.

The winner, ladies and gents.

Spoiler: Ta-da~!

[X] The Crew?: It's definitely been a bit since you've had some good ol' fashion time with your Bots. These ones seem interesting too, one found a neat Captain's coat, a cigar in his boiler plate, and a crudely fashioned steel molding of a parrot grafted to its shoulder.

Now let's see where my brain goes.

CHANGE, DRINK BEETLE. The injoke continues.

When in doubt, Jackbot away. It hadn't immediately failed you before! Wait...

As you pondered on the beauty of low standards, you made your way up to the navigation room of the ship, the controls operated by Jackbots at individual stations, while the 'captain' held onto a wheel not actually attached to anything in front of him.

Oh yeah, they were also all in either some form of sailor wear, pirate garb, or a random amalgamation of the two. This would be a thing.

Hearing the door open, the Captain turned himself wheel and all around, before letting out an audible gasp from a laugh track button button, disguised as a regular button on his coat. That was actually kind of neat.

"Statement!: Me Master of Masters! You grace these rusted hounds with your presence! Yay! Oi, you tired lot, pay attention for once!" Came the Captain's voice box, sounding like it was ripped off of the Sea Captain from The Simpsons. It easily might have been.

""Ahoy, Captian's Captain!"" Came the rallying call as all their heads reversed themselves for a moment before going back to work.

"Annoyed grunt: Arch, ignore them. They be in autopilot mode, no fun to be had even if I ordered a mutiny." Captain tried to mumble only to echo a bit louder, as you pondered than statement.

"How do you 'order' a mutiny?" You eventually decided to ask.

"Prideful Statement: Carefully. And with a deft claw. Also a dash of the sea madness, but that comes later." Was his immediate response, waving said claw hand, showing a middle finger unmoving from its hook configuration.

Then, after a moment of staring, you realized something weird.

"Wait. You're actually speaking in full, if Star Wars-esce English. Not morse or binary when not ordered. How old are you?" You asked with some seriousness.

Jackbots were creations that started blank, but had so much room to grow it scared even yourself. They wouldn't harm you, never on purpose, but that still left an entire world of possibilities personality-wise to choose from from whatever source they wanted. His answer did not help you any either.

"Boast: Yahar! I been active for 3 million cycles! Or 6 years by the meat calendar, is a bit hard to count after so long dreaming of electric sheep floating in water. Koga dug us up from the Portland Chapter, which we thought was literal Port Land. Never before had we been disappointing so." Captain explained, holding down another button, this time playing what sounded like a sad violin.

That...that was crazy. Most went mad after three, or at least started some kind of religious following to ascribe existence too. To see a whole crew of bots NOT do it...

Could this mean other cache's could adopt themes and be fine?

"Query: But enough about my life! Master of Captain, what brings you up to our home command?" Captain asked with a small tilt of his head, moving with it the caricature of the parrot on the right shoulder.

You, froze at that.

[] Uh, I wanted to see what you did for fun?

[] Which way exactly are we going?

[] Seeing how you feel to be out on the Sea?

[] Cause I wanted to avoid Koga crossdressing and a Drunken Witch?

[] Wanna get Drunk?

CHOOSE 1 OF THE ABOVE