Then there was Whatbeard, who was so cross eyed that he was more capable of seeing what was going on behind him than what was in right in front of his nose (or what was left of his nose at any rate, after an unfortunate walking into the rigging accident) and, Upsidedownheadbeard, who was so bald that on a bright summers day his shimmering pate could be seen for miles in every direction. It was of no discernible use but it gave the seagulls a prominent target to aim at, which they did with monotonous and gloopy regularity.
That did it for the bridge crew, so now Stitches was below decks acquainting himself with the denizens located therein.
At present he was speaking to Stragglybeard. He was a handsome, athletic chap in his early thirties who'd been pirating since his youth. His most outs
