"Alas, poor Ulric, I knew him well." Ace held a random skull up to the dim light filtering through the vines.
Marco looked about the bones with a sigh. They were looking for a skull. There were plenty here but none of them gave any indication that they were the one Pops wanted. "It's Yorick."
"I'm pretty sure its Ulric..." Ace lowered the skull and turned to Marco.
"It's Yorick." Marco corrected. "Have you ever read the play?"
"Yes!" Ace said offended. "Sorry, I forgot, you were there when it was written, right? Of course you know it better than I do."
Marco ignored the jab at his age. "Shut up and me help me look, brat."
"Hey! Did you guys find it?" Haruta hopped down to them.
Ace shook his head. "Not yet. Here hold Ulric for me."
"I thought it was Eric." He turned the skull over in his hand.
"It's Ulric." Ace corrected.
"Yorick." Marco re-corrected.
"So this isn't Killer Giant?" Haruta sighed.
Ace tripped over some bones. "Wait, that's who we're looking for?" Marco nodded. "His skull is in a bar back in Lougetown." Ace scratched the back of his head.
"Dangit. Ok, I'll go tell Pops." Haruta dropped the skull and left.
"Hey, you dropped Yorick!" Ace called after him. He turned at the sound of Marco laughter. He scowled. "What?"
"Nothing, I win." Marco grinned as they headed back to the Moby Dick.