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Chapter 14: Brooke (Sandry & Kaeldrea)
"Oh dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones…" Brooke put a little skip into his long stride, singing lightly to himself as he paced across the broad deck of the Thousand Sunny. He loved his job as Ship's Musician. His new nakama weren't on a par with the late Rumba Pirates, but they certainly weren't bad singers, and they accepted him, even in his skeletal state. It was good to feel useful again.
Making his way up to the flat foredeck, Brooke paused. He'd always loved the foredeck—it was shaped just like a stage. As he stood contemplating the area, cane-sword hooked elegantly over one long, bony wrist, an unfamiliar strain of music began to echo over the surrounding waters.
"Hm-hm, yes!" Brooke tapped his bony foot in time to the tune. "A good beat, very good! Yohohoho!"
As he watched, two women appeared suddenly on the stage-like deck. One had frizzy brown curls pulled back into a high ponytail, brass-rimmed spectacles balanced on a button of a nose, and a slightly plump frame. The other had vibrant red-orange hair done up in a slightly messy bun at the base of her head, bright green eyes in a pale, freckled face, and a little excess weight indicative of recent pregnancy. Both of them were dressed in baggy, oversized shirts and loose jeans.
Just as they appeared, the music swelled louder, and a somewhat whiny tenor voice began singing from nowhere. The two women began to dance; their movements were loose, but sharp, feet stomping the deck or sliding across the wood as they moved.
It's close to miiiidnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark…
Under the moooonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart…
You try to screeeam, but terror takes the sound before you make it…
You start to freeeeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes; you're paralyzed!
Unable to resist, Brooke joined in, his bony, lanky frame perfectly suited for the angular movements of the dance. The women danced one on either side of him, grins almost matching his own for whiteness and sincerity.
'Because it's thriller, thriller night!
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike!
Oh yes, it's thriller, thriller night!
You're fighting for your life inside killer, thriller, toniiiiiiiiight!
The song faded long before it should have been over, but the women didn't seem to mind, laughing happily as they panted lightly from exertion.
"YOHOHOHO!" Brook laughed as well, having enjoyed himself mightily. "You two are good, very good!" he beamed. "Look, 45º!" he leaned against the rail at an acute angle, bringing another burst of giggles from the brunette.
The redhead just rolled her eyes. "At least you're cuter than the original." she said. "Though that's not saying much, honestly."
"Thank you!" Brooke said cheerfully. "You're a lovely thing too! May I see your panties?"
"No." Both women said simultaneously, still grinning.
"Too bad!" Brooke laughed. "Yohohoho!"
He was still laughing when they vanished.