i got this guise *crackles knuckles*
ACT II:1 - [MORNING]
[CAPTAIN GUY] saunters onto the deck. [CREW GUY 1] is sleeping or in some inert state.
#Loud, indignant
[CAPTAIN GUY]: {Are you sleeping on the job, you barbarous baboon? I ought to have you. . . (continues into distant rambling as camera pans to [CREW GUY 1] waking up, unamused
[CREW GUY 2] peeks the corner to witness [CAPTAIN GUY] run [CREW GUY 1] through with his f**king sword, silhouette, focus [CREW GUY 2] in foreground
#Shocked, revolted, terrorized
[CREW GUY 2]: {HOLY SHIT! CAP'M! YOU O.J. SIMPSON'D ||Name of CREW GUY 1 Here||!!!}
[CAPTAIN GUY (presumably)]: {I will not tolerate layabouts. Layabouts breed insubordination, and that breeds mutiny!}
#Stern, thoughtful
[PARROT WITH PIRATE HAT] looks out into the horizon, while [BIRD 2] talks to him about something.
Suddenly, their attention is turned to a humanoid automaton with three blades attached equidistant to each other on the meridian of the head. [BIRD 2] shrieks in fear.
Camera pans out to the island and the rocks surrounding it, superimposing just how f**king loud birds can be sometimes.
A barely distinguishable form known only to seafarers as the [Johemian Jonkler] exetends a two-fingered hand, gesturing for [CREW GUY 2] to draw nearer. That is when [CAPTAIN GUY lands between them, giving the [Johemian Jonkler] the "Skibidi Cameraman Nonverbal Go-No-Go Thumbs Up" gesture, giving the [Johemian Jonkler] to attempt to maul [CREW GUY 2] via trial by combat, according to ancient custom. [CREW GUY 2] must now prove himself worthy in the ring of death.
END ACT II, SCENE 1
