Not Enough Heads to Go Around

"Then Black Reef Island is next."

Ling Chu tapped the location of Pier Thirteen. "As long as Lucas and his crew haven't changed their resupply schedule, we'll find them this time."

A faint noise came from outside the door.

Ling Chu looked up and saw Titch standing in the doorway. Several skeletons who had followed him stood quietly behind him.

Titch hurried inside.

"Captain, is there news of Lucas?"

"Yes. We've confirmed that Lucas's fleet lands on Black Reef Island regularly to resupply. We'll get there ahead of them and set an ambush."

The soul fire in Titch's eyes danced with excitement.

"We're finally going to find that bastard! When I see Lucas, I'm putting a bullet in his mouth!"

As soon as he spoke, a wisp of eerie green rose from the Revolver at his waist.

Hemlock yawned and drifted slowly out of its barrel.

"Just one bullet? That's letting him off too easy!"

"If you ask me, we should tie him up, cover him in itching potion, then tickle the soles of his feet with foxtail grass until he's itching for three days and nights! Then cut off his head!"

"?" Titch glared at Hemlock. "When did you crawl into my gun to sleep?"

Hemlock waved a hand. "That's not important..."

He had been sleeping soundly, but the moment he heard Lucas's name, he was wide awake!

He floated eagerly over to Ling Chu. "Captain! You have to cut off Lucas's head and give it to me. I already know where I'll hang it—right beside the oil painting where I usually sleep!"

Lefty poked his head in from outside the door to offer his opinion. "I say we bury him alive! Dig a pit and leave only his head sticking out. Make him watch us eat and drink