And so rather than getting sliced, I began a gig.

This blog is evolving into complete nonsense...but I think I like it. After a long break, the story continues...
The gig started out with a tiny kick here and a twist of my arms there, but the longer I danced, the higher my kicks became. The pirate lord was too shocked to do much but stare for the first few minutes, and so, with one great Russian style kick, I knocked him out cold, for he was no taller than an obese leprechaun. I slashed the ropes of the other captives with my ragged toenails and then proceeded to threaten my opponents by placing my most fearsome of all toenails to their throats. In their fright and desperation they surrendered the ship to their former prisoners. Victory would have been ours for the taking but as luck would have it, those I had freed were none other than the Sixth Sense Gang.

Light greens and deep reds streaked before my eyes. Then the tip of a sword. I liked the first much more. Following the sword was a face. I would give anything for the colors now. A pirate knelt down in front of me, his hair long and dark, his eyes a dark shade of yellow, his face dirty and scared, and his sword at my own not so dirty face.
A smile spread across his lips, not a happy go lucky I just ate the best thanksgiving dinner ever smile, but more of a I just got the treasure and now I get to kill it smile. That was ok with me, I was looking for the death. "I think you came to dance." He said as his smile grew bigger. I could see his teeth then and I'm telling you they didn't help him look any cleaner.
"If all I get to do is dance I think I actually came to the wrong place." I said back. I stretched a smile across my own face, and laced my words with sarcasm. The less likable I could be the deader I could be.