Look who is coming to Dinner {Open}

[coop]

Oh High noon dead moon
A hangin all over you yeah
Devilman yes I can cut a little piece of you yeah
Hell yeah inside you
Hell yeah
Hell yeah destroy you
Hell yeah
Swift might dead night
That's all right for you yeah


“This is the life, right? A convertible with the tank full of gas, the wind in my hair and the empty road…WAIT! Something stinks! Oh that’s gross, was that you? Smell like rotting flesh…eh…sorry, that’s me! I…uh…sorry…I run out of deodorant…

Would you JUST QUIT THAT!? I can see you looking at me with open-wide eyes from the passenger’s seat moron!

What are you looking at? Huh? You looking at me? There is no one else here, so you must be looking at me. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s not polite to stare?

What’s your name?...Hey guy, I asked you fucking a question!...Not the talkative type huh? What's the matter, sunshine?

You types! A little bullet in the brains and you don’t want to talk no more? You better not be bleeding all over my car. Don’t make me bring you back just so I can kill you again! I will do that you know?

Let me tell you something mister smartpants! Death is not so bad, there are fates far worse than that.

Take me for example. Uh…I didn’t introduce myself, did I? Sorry, that was rude. I am Cooper. No, just Cooper…Like Cher. How freaking scary is that huh? Cooper the ghoul. Booooo!

Hey I was just kidding about the resurrecting you part. I can’t really do that myself. But I could still kick your ass, dead or not.

Yeah, yeah, I know! Sorry. Cooper the zombie, how lame is that? Really? Who the hell is going to be scared by a ghoul called Cooper?! Why don’t I have a cool name…like Kronos the ghoul…or La Ghoul? Uh…scratch that last one, it sounds like some french musical title! I got a name that will make them shake in their boots. Are you ready for that? Mike the Zombie! Yeah, it sucks! I will have to work on that. You know, zombie is underrated…not to mention politically incorrect. Maybe if I call myself undead, Cooper the Undead, you know? That’s actually better! Cooper the Undead.

Oh, do you want to hear my story? Oh, thanks! So nice of you to ask.

I was a cop. You know, early shifts and always get home late….all that jazz. I worked my ass off. Everyone thinks being a cop is easy, just seat around and eat donuts right? Let me tell you, it was no picnic! All the time the boss complaining about results, those pain in the ass reporters like vultures… they are just never happy. No matter what you do, they will always make something up to complain about.

They were not all that bad. There was this girl. Michelle. Yeah, that was her name. Very cute. She had a thing for me. Can you blame her? This pretty face of mine, it’s a curse! I would love to take her…

Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, right! Some people say I'm superficial but that's just on the surface. I’m a positive person, I always try to keep my spirits up.

One day I was crossing the street, minding my own business, and BANG! Just like that. Exercise and diet... But you still die. Every day some faceless knob walks out in front of a bus and buys it. They call it fate, God's will. That particular John Doe spent his whole life eating his peas, studying his algebra, saving for his 401K, blah blah blah... All that to wind up a blood stain on a 10 ton city bus, to be remembered as the poor schmuck that got hit by a bus. God Kills true believers and kind souls everyday; and gets a free pass from the entire world; all because people think his murder and mayhem is part of some divine plan.

So ok, I stole that line from a movie, so what? Sue me!

Then get this, a voodoo witch brought me back, right? I have no idea what she wanted with me. Women, you know what I’m talking about? Yeah…witches, huh? Don’t even get me started!

I will just skip the boring stuff. Long story short, she got killed and I got the hell out of there. Bam bam, here I am!

It’s not easy being a ghoul! I didn’t find another one like me yet. Just those stupid types with blank looks. Like there is no one home to take the message, you know?

Uh…what? What is wrong with my face?...HEY, at least I can move pal! Hey…YOU started it! And I just need a little snack after all and I will be fine…thanks for being voluntary for that, you know?

When I’m like this I can’t even go out to get a drink without someone screaming or calling me a monster! All the mayhem is fun at first, but it gets real boring after a while. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings just because I’m dead. All those crappy zombie movies and everyone expect you to start drooling and eating brains! This really hurts man!

Shhh! Shhh! Would you shut up for a while? Gees, you never stop talking? That is very annoying, you know? I’m trying to hear the radio!

Man, I love this song… what the hell you’re yapping about? That’s NOT a girlie song! You just can’t appreciate good music! Shut the hell up!

…

What is this feeling taking over?
Thinking no one could open the door
Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real
What happened to miss independent's no longer need to be defensive?
Goodbye, old you, when love, is true

Misguided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you wanna use that line, you better not start, nooooo

But she miscalculated
She didn't wanna end up jaded
And this miss decided not to miss out on true love

So, by changing a misconception
She went in a new direction
And found inside, she felt a connection
She feeeeell in love…

Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”

…

It was then and this was now.

Walking down the New Orleans streets, Cooper Thorn let out an audible burp before giving out an awkward smile and saying sorry for the girl walking by him. All he needed was a little snack after fourteen hours straight of driving back home and that guy, a wanted serial killer he recognized from last night news had the courtesy of crossing his path and trying to kill him. Wasn’t that just poetic fate? Or was it poetic justice?

Never mind, gazing at his reflection on the nearest store window he rubbed his chin and smiled. He was his old self again.

“Look at that…I need to shave!”

[Walker de Bouff]

The alleyway next to the ghoul would suddenly burst out with a ruckus. Exploding from its darkness a man dressed as a pirate came running out, holding his hat securely on his head. His legs were out in front of him, comically moving faster than the upper half of his body.

When he saw Cooper he grabbed a nearby light pole, looped his arm around it and hopped onto the trunk of a car to turn himself back towards the man. He slid off, nearly falling onto his ass before using his hands to pull himself up. His hips were up in the air while his upper torso were towards the ground. It was a struggle, but he managed to get upright. He moved with a pronounced swagger, as though at any moment he would toppled over. He moved towards the ghoul, with his flippant hands in the air.

Quickly, he leaned an elbow against the store window that the man was staring at himself into while the pirate ducked his head, pretending to have a conversation with the ghoul. A crowd of women came roaring out of the alleyway, obviously looking for him. His head kept jerking from one side of the ghoul to the other, making sure none of the women came in his direction.

He watched them run off into the opposite direction before turning a sly grin on the ghoul. “There be a great place full of wenches back that a way,” he pointed back the way he came.

Pushing off of the window, he straightened his hat and swaggered out towards the street. The man was obviously very eccentric. Playing with his twin braided goatee, he spun back towards the man, toppling to one side. He was either drunk or had been out to sea for far too long.

“Listen, mate,” his eyes darted back and forth, “you be havin’ any rum on ya?”

A grin tore across his face to reveal a mouth full of teeth that looked horrible bad. There were some that were covered in silver, others in either gold or copper.

Another sound tore from the alleyway he had just exited and the pirate squatted down very quickly, his arms coming out to both sides as his head jerked back and forth. When a cat came out with a loud meow, he grinned and stood up, acting as if nothing had fazed him.

[coop]

Life.

A series of little rituals and routines was what passed for a semblance of life, all it took was to copy those little things and there you had it, life…or the appearance of it. In that sense, Cooper was the perfect actor. Yeah right, he was expecting an Oscar on his mailbox any day now.

At least he seemed to fit in more than a flippant pirate in the middle of New Orleans streets’. Was that guy for real? Coop knew a lot of weird types, but this was certainly a first. BAH! But look who was judging, the undead guy! Night time was when the freaks wandered down the streets, dead or alive it seemed.

“Isn’t a little too early for Mardi Grass, friend?”

The guy seemed to be about to fall of his ass drunk and he was looking for more? Cooper would bet he could catch a buzz if he had this guy for dessert, only way he could stomach alcohol nowadays. But he already had a big meal tonight and since he only stick to the evil meat – as he called it - a sort of diet if you will. He didn’t know the man enough to make the call if he was any good…to eat.

“I don’t think I have any rum on me, but I know a place down the street that has wenches and booze matie! And further down the street a place with toothbrushes,” he said making his best pirate impersonation. “What did you do to those women anyways? Out of gold coins?”

Was this guy a drunken lunatic or was there more to him? Cooper knew appearances could be deceitful. Gods, demons, witches, ghosts, immortals and then some. If he was an immortal he’d probably skipped the seventies disco with all this swagger, Coop couldn’t quite remember ‘the pirate’ being a hit on the dance floors.

[Walker de Bouff]

“I missed da Mardi Gras, mate?” The pirate asked then brought two fists down onto his hips. “Bah!” He always missed all the fun. His lip curled in disgust. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to Mardi Gras, to be quite honest, he couldn’t remember a lot of things. Must be age.. Funny how he never wanted to admit it was the alcohol.

“No rum!? Why is the rum always gone?!” He asked as he stumbled from one side of the sidewalk to the other, “Oh, that’s why.” He commented the last part dryly, speaking of his own drunkenness.

With a fast spin on his heels, that nearly sent him face first, he looked down the street where the woman had run off to. “I owe them a debt,” he confessed. Oh, he owed MANY of debts. He was never good at repaying them. It was what he did. He was a pirate. They were not the best people to strike bargains with.

“You say they be a place that a way with wenches and booze?” He asked while jutting a thumb over his shoulder in the direction the ghoul had been looking. He could go for a beautiful woman with a bottle of rum to quench his thirst.
“Well, mate, let’s man the ships and get me some wenches and rum,” he drawled. The ‘r’ in rum rolled briefly on his tongue.

The pirate jumped back onto the trunk of the car he had just slid off of and brought his right hand out to grab a hold of the light pole. His other hand came out to pull out a compass and looked interestingly at it before looking out towards their destination.

When the ghoul didn’t hop on the car, which the pirate obviously was mistaken it for his ship, he quickly looked at him. “On the deck, you scurvy dog!”

He closed the compass and it slapped shut roughly before shoving it away. He brought his left foot onto the roof of the car and leaned forward, bringing a hand over his brow as if to shade off unwanted light while looking for their exact destination.

A tune rolled off of his lips. “Fifteen men on a dead man's chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,” he sang. The rest of the song ended with him humming it.

[coop]

Oh but fate loved to throw him into those situations, didn’t it? Cooper was trying really hard to remember what had he done to deserve this. Had he eaten a priest or a nun by mistake? Not likely, all his meals were thoroughly checked out, he would never risk getting an innocent by mistake. Bad karma, you know? But regardless, the universe did like to mess with him.

“Yo, crazy ass pirate, did I look like the looney bin driver? You better get your ass on the ground before the owner of the car shows up and kicks you drunken ass. No one told you the black beard style got old a few centuries ago?”

Keep walking, watch some TV and get some sleep like some good ghoul. That was what he was supposed to be doing, let the cops worry about the – how the guy had put it? – oh yes, the scurvy dog. What the hell that meant.

Turning around, Cooper started to walk back to his car when the song the pirate was singing made a smirk appear in his lips. ‘Dead man’s chest’? Isn’t that just ironic? There was obviously some weird vibe on this guy, he was just a lunatic or something more? Maybe he was some crazy psychopath and walking away would put lives at danger, so why don’t check this guy and try to find it out? Yeah, Coop was a regular hero – and yeah, in case he was evil, there was always room left for dessert.

Turning around, he raised a brow at the pirate.

“Come on matie, my ‘boat’ is this way. Let’s go journey for rum and wenches…you crazy bastard.”

[Walker de Bouff]

The pirate shifted his stance on the hood of the car. He brought his hooded eyes and looked over at Cooper. The streetlight played well with his face, creating shadows over them from his hand. He stared at the man with this quizzical look before hopping off of the car, somehow managing not to fall on his face. This pirate definitely had a lot of luck on his side.

“Looney bin driver, mate?” What was that? He cast a glance back at the car. “What happened to my ship?” Where had it gone? Oh, that’s right, it had sank to the bottom of the Caribbean. He was nowhere near the Caribbean. That poor ship. He had lost many of crew there. It was when and how he became the immortal pirate he was today.

He spun quickly, causing his balance to get knocked off again. “Black beard style?” His hand subconsciously came up to his twin braided goatee and tugged at it. “Mate, I am a few centuries old.”

When the man mentioned his boat the pirate’s head jerked up. “You have a boat? Can I commandeer this boat?” He started after the men. “I have run my own ship before,” he stated that as if that made him the expert at steering this man’s boat.

The pirate guffawed. “Rum and wenches, you my kind of mate.” He clapped a hand over the man’s shoulder as they headed towards their destination. His swagger very pronounced as he moved in the direction the man had pointed.

[coop]

Some days, it didn’t even pay up to crawl out of the grave.

“A few centuries old, huh? You guys didn’t have dentists back there?”

The night had started so promising: off duty, a big meal and one less bad guy out there. Rainbows and sunshine…or in this case, moonshine. And oh yeah, pirates. At least it wasn’t a freaking voodoo priest or something.

“I have a magical boat, it has wells and rides on dry ground, you see?” Cooper told the lunatic with a sarcastic tone. Even immortals adapted to the modern world and didn’t go around dressed in togas or century old outfits…well, most of the time. But at this point he was willing to bet this guy wasn’t immortal, just plain insane. And like hell he was going to let this bozo drive his BMW convertible. He’d win it in a poker game, after he had eaten the adversary off course, but let’s leave that little detail off the books.

Pressing the key in the control, the car unlocked and Coop slide into the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door, motioning the guy to get into the vehicle. There was the temptation to drive this guy to the hospital and let the nice men in white coats and drugs deal with him.

“Now all you will be commandeering is the passenger’s seat, captain. Come on, the adventure of a lifetime and all that bull...”

Bu better keep an eye on this guy, so off to hit the bars. If he was what he claimed to be, a centuries old pirate, Cooper would be a lot happier knowing if he wasn’t the psychotic kind of immortal. Heh, wasn’t he a freaking hero? Call him that and he would have your eyeballs for appetizers.

[Walker de Bouff]

“Dentists?” The pirate swiveled his head and gave the man an odd, comical look. “We had witch doctors,” he said picking idly at his teeth. He had no idea the man was trying to make a comment about his horrible teeth, and he probably wouldn’t have cared even if he had known. Teeth weren’t important back in his time, so they certainly weren’t important to him now.

Walker looked towards the metal beast that the man had pointed at. “Where’s de boat?” He asked, looking around for the water, a pier, something. “This is no ship!” He pointed at the small thing on wheels. “I bet that thing can’t even float, you git.”

The pirate stared at the man as he got into a seat and opened the passenger door. “What is this metal beast?” He stepped into the vehicle and awkwardly sat, his hands came down to the dashboard as he glanced over at the steering wheel in front of the man. “Where be my steer?” He didn’t even close the passenger door. He didn’t know it needed to be.

“Adventure of a lifetime? This looks more like a tiny boat with wheels that doesn’t float.” He scowled, not liking this metal contraption. There was no way this could. It wasn’t shaped correctly to float. He wasn’t sure if the material of the vehicle would help it float, but he was used to wooden ships.

The nosy pirate that he was, he leaned towards the center console. “What be this?” He pushed a long finger against some buttons. A loud sound exploded from the speakers, which had the pirate bringing his hand to his ears and screaming, “No, not good! STOP! What is it doing?!” His eyes were wide and frantic. He was a few seconds shy of stepping out of this metal contraption.

[coop]

Why him? Seriously, why him?

It was with an annoyed grim that he heard the pirate’s words. “Are you kidding me? Have you been hiding under a rock for the last few centuries?”

It appeared it wasn’t only the man’s fashion sense that was outdated, it was the man himself. Explaining physics and modern day technology to a guy who was from a time they sought out a witchdoctor when they were sick would be as entertaining as pulling a teeth. But hey, if the guy believed in magic…

“I hail from the magical land of Houston, in there we have powers beyond your feeble comprehension. My boat runs into dry land, faster and better than any of your wooden boats. Behold my power,” Cooper said with a mocking grin and comically waved his fingers at the man. As he pulled the keys from his pocket and was about to start the engine after he’d tell the guy to close the door, the pirate started to fiddle with the panel like a five year old.

Rolling his eyes at his reaction to the stereo, Cooper turned it off and looked at him with a bemused stare. “This, my outdated friend, is called the radio. You should not mess with magical items that you don’t know how to control. There are things here that could eat you…literally,” he added with a smirk.

Taking a pen from the glove compartment, he handed it to the pirate. “This is what you will be steering, every time something freaks you out you press that button on the top, alright? Now close the door so we can be on our way.”

Waiting for the guy to do so, Cooper turned the key on the ignition and took off with the car.

[Walker de Bouff]

“Not a rock,” the pirate corrected the man, “a ship.”

The pirate looked at the man with a quizzical look. “Houston is a magical land? Does it have buried treasure?” He wasn’t sure what the man was babbling on about his boat running on dry land. If he met the contraption he was sitting in, well, that was surely not a boat.

The pirate was completely flabbergasted at this horrible racket that came out of this contraption. His eyes were wide with shock. Once the music was shut off he scowled, “This is a beast.” No, definitely no boat. Boats did not make that horrible noise.

“A radio?” His eyes went wide with fright as the man explained of its magic. “Eat me? This…this is no good.” His eyes darted around the inside of the vehicle, looking for some magical being with huge teeth that was about to eat him. He took the pen the man offered and him, clicking the top as his eyes darted to and from, still expecting a beast with big teeth to appear.

He swiveled his dark eyes upon the door and was quite hesitant on closing it, but he finally did as the man had asked. He jumped when the door slammed, hoping that he wouldn’t get eaten up.

Then the man took off. The speed it which they took off was nothing like a boat or a ship for that matter. The pirate’s hands shot out to grab something when he remembered that he had the pen, which was being pressed up and down quickly in a frenzied rhythm.

*Click, click, click, click, click*

His eyes were wide and staring out the windshield. He had never experienced such a thing as this. It was far smoother than being on the water, but he didn’t know if he liked it. He felt enclosed and trapped in this tiny contraption.

As another vehicle pulled out in front of them the pirate brought his arms out in front of him. “NO! NOT GOOD!” He yelled at the other car as it came in their direction, but squeezed passed them in the opposing lane. The pirate brought a hand to his mouth, watching with frantic eyes.

[coop]

Oh yeah, the joys of New Orleans’ night. Beautiful people everywhere, plenty of bad people to have for dinner and the random out of time and place dude to amuse him. Yes, Coop knew there had to be a reason why he loved this city. The pirate guy was having a taste of the twenty-first century first hand and he looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Groovy.

“This boat of mine is called a BMW convertible friend, and it is a chick magnet…or a wenches magnet. I’ve got it as a prize, it came with a happy meal. Actually the meal wasn’t too happy, but what you’re going to do? When you’re hungry, you got to eat.”

Casting a little chuckle as the guy clicked the pen frantically, Cooper rolled his eyes. Poor guy was probably having a cultural shock and that almost made him feel bad for mocking him…almost. Well, he hadn’t had the guy for dessert yet, had he?

After a little while, he pulled his car at a parking spot near one of those Salsa clubs and eyed his passenger with an amused look.

“Come on buddy, booze and cute wenches await. Don’t wander you know how to dance by any chance? Ah what the hell, just follow my lead while I talk to the ladies, ok?”

With a smirk, Cooper slipped out of his car and into the club. The loud music reached his ears as he moved through the bar and winked at the cute girl behind the bar. “Hey honey, get a beer for me and a…let me guess…a rum for my fashion challenged friend here.”

[Walker de Bouff]

“A wench magnet?” The pirate regarded this awful beast in a whole new light. Anything that got him a wench was good, but he would never understand this contraption. That’s why he stuck with boats. “My ship was a wench magnet as well. I want my ship!” Walker exclaimed, clearly not happy that they were riding around in this contraption. He made a disgusting face when Cooper went on about a happy meal. “What is this happy meal?”

He continued to click the pen in his hand, still not sure of driving in such a small, fast beast. If there was one possible way to get him killed he thought it would be riding around in this contraption.

When they reached their destination Walker had the car door opened so fast, stumbling all over the sidewalk while still clicking the pen rhythmically. There was a woman leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette and watching them. The smooth pirate swaggered over and leaned an arm against the wall on one side of her. His lips lifted in a wide grin, all the metal in his mouth flashing from the streetlight. “Aren’t you the treasure I be seeking?” He asked with a horrible pick-up line.

He spun as Cooper walked passed him and into the club. “Hold that thought!” He wiggled his fingers at her and swaggered into the club after Cooper. He would never pass up some free rum. “Yes, some rum, mate,” he grinned toothily.

His dark eyes followed the female bartender as she poured them each a glass. When the cute wench brought over their drinks, Walker smoothly grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss upon it. “I be loving women that know how to serve me.”

The girl made a disgusted face and jerked her hand away. Walker seemed unaffected by her reaction. “Tell me, mate,” he looked at Cooper, “have you heard of any buried treasure talk around here?”

[coop]

Wasn’t his new pirate pal a regular Casanova? The guy seemed to have the same charm that Cooper had when he didn’t feed properly, didn’t he? Yay, bonding thought and all that sentimental babble, wasn’t it? Yeah riiiiight, he was about to weep like a baby.

The pirate however, no matter how age and technology challenged he seemed, didn’t seem to be the dangerous evil type…just the common variety nutjob, regardless if the guy was indeed as old as he tried to pass for. And heck, Coop was starting to find the guy amusing, so no go on dessert that night.

Taking the beer bottle he brought it to his lips and pretended to take a swig. Wasn’t a bummer that he couldn’t digest alcohol like that? But it did made a great seasoning for his meals.

“People don’t bury their treasures anymore, they send them to Swiss bankers overseas and...” his phone ringed and giving the pirate a ‘one moment’ motion, he flipped it open and brought it to his ear. “Hey big red, yeah man I have a job for you. Bad guy, real nasty, but pays real well. In one piece on two thousand, it doesn’t really matter. Yeah, I get my usual fee off course. Great, will be seeing you.”

Flipping off the phone, he placed it back into his pocket and turned towards the pirate. “So what we were talking about again? Oh yes, treasures…we got two treasures right over there man,” he said pointing towards the two cute brunettes dancing to the left. “Come on, let’s dance with them,” looking the pirate swagger as he followed, Cooper smirked. “Or in your case just walk from side to side and it will seem that you’re dancing already.”

[Walker de Bouff]

Walker was just happy to have a bottle of rum to satisfy his thirst. He kicked back, resting a leg on an empty seat to one side of him. His thoughts were always so jumbled, nobody would truly want to know what was going through them. He sat up at the mention of treasure. “Who would be stupid enough to trust the Swiss with treasure?” He asked with his strange, drunken accent.

The sound of the phone ringing had the pirate looking all around them, trying to figure out what the noise was. When Cooper pulled out something and put it to his ear, he scowled. They had so many contraptions in this time. He couldn’t help hearing Cooper speak into it.

After Cooper hanged up he tugged at his braided goatee, thinking about this thing. “What be that evil contraption you put to your ear?” He asked while taking another swig of rum.

Cooper went on about treasures again and said there was some right over there. As Walker turned he saw some beautiful wenches doing some strange dance. Strange as it may seem it had his eyes bugging out. “Oh yes, they be some mighty treasure over there,” he was up, holding the rum. He couldn’t let that go to waste. His pronounced swagger did actually make it look like he was already dancing as he swayed to the dance floor, walking side to side as Cooper had suggested. “Don’t worry, I got this mate. I know how to woo the women,” he flashed a grin at Cooper

The pirate came up close and personal to the women, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders. “What say you beautiful women dance with me and my mate over there?” He tossed his head back towards Cooper.

The women giggled, whether it was because they were interested or because Walker was just downright silly looking, that was debatable. Either way, Walker was oblivious to the women that weren’t interested in him.

[coop]

The pirate guy certainly needed an update, come on man, had he just stumble through a time portal? Yeah, bad sci-fi movie plot there, but what you’re going to do? Like a people eating ghoul would make success on the big screen, even if it was evil people.

But instead of explaining to him how a telephone worked, he was more interested in the pair of brunettes, they had the right curves in the right places, short little dresses, looked hot as hell dancing and had taken a few drinks already as they started giggling while the pirate started to play the Don Juan. Nothing like a centuries challenged wingman to help a dead guy charm a woman, huh?

The man obviously had no concern what others would think of him, one had to at least admire that.

Taking one of the brunette’s hand, Coop snatched her from the pirates grasp and pulled her towards him with a smile. As she returned her smile, he placed a hand around her waist and guided her to the dance floor.

“Well there beautiful, how about a dance with me? Your friend will be safe with him…he doesn’t bite.”

When the woman giggled and allowed him to guide her to the dance floor, Coop eyed his friend over his shoulder and winked. Alright, the pirate would be on his own for a while.

Let’s just hope his dancing partner’s friend didn’t eat him up.