The others just stopped and stared at him. “Correct me if I be wrong, little man,” Bluebeard said, “but ye do be wishin’ to live, aye? And ye do know that the Fish King will gut ye like a trout if he gets ahold a’ye?” “Basically Bluebeard’s calling you stupid,” May translated helpfully.

Kiel just winked.

I don’t care about that. You’re trying to steal my life!

You are awake,” Phillip said from his side. “I feared you were permanently injured.” “The day’s still young,” Jack told him, his head.

Fakin’? No,” the captain said, giving her a careful stare. “But don’t be misunderestimatin’ Captain Bluebeard anytime soon, lassie. I don’t be who ye think I be!” “You be someone without a good grasp on yer grammar, is who I think ye be,” May pointed out.

He frantically tried to bite his lips closed to keep from saying anything else, but his lips just pushed out into a fish-face expression to escape his teeth. Ugh, those clever lips of his!

Thousand years, billion dollars,” May said to the monkey. “You. PAY.

And then everything exploded into fire and chaos and awesome.

Be more fictional.

The world must never find out my secret identity,” Doc Twilight said as he pulled off his mask. “For what would they think if they knew that Christian Sanderson, astronomer of Jupiter City, was actually Doc Twilight?