<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Mallory started at the crazed laughter coming from the man, and watched with open mouth as he laughed, and laughed, and toppled over, voice cutting off mid 'haha'.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Uh… cn'someone fix a broke head?"</span><br/><br/>Mallory shook her head in response to Blake's question and took a cautious step closer to the man. He was perfectly still, hands gripping the armrests of the chair loosely. All his golden and rotted teeth were stuck in the same maniacal grin he had sported earlier, soundlessly continuing the mad mirth. Mallory swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at the long gray hair, in places already dyed crimson.<br/><br/>"Not to worryyyy!"<br/><br/>Mallory screamed and the man sprang up, did a backwards roly-poly and stood with hands akimbo and laughed hoarsely. Mal's heart was thumping madly away in her chest; she had fallen backwards and so had the other girl, who looked just as terrified (Mallory was relieved, she was beginning to doubt the girl even had emotions). The man's voice echoed in the cavern for far too long. To her horror, he jerked his head toward Mallory, walked briskly towards her and extended his hand.<br/><br/>"It's just a fleshwound," he said, smiling warmly as the blood continued to run from his temple. "Ain't so easy to slay Sharkman Frank, hahaha! Gold and dubloons and a Mercedes Benz, oh aye, oh ayeeeee..." His gnarly fingers wrapped around Mallory's wrist and he hoisted her to her feet, did a jaunty little hop, and then sauntered toward the black haired girl.<br/><br/>"And who have we heeere!" Chuckled Frank, and repeated the routine with her, too. Mallory sprinted across the few feet of cavern floor and slid right between Sharkman Frank and the girl, not wanting to let her get the chance to answer. It was time to reclaim her natural dominance of the group.<br/><br/>"We're looking for the fabled treasure!" She said breathlessly, her bun halfway off the side of her head and looking even more like a rat's nest than usual. Sharkman Frank laughed - it seemed to be his default response to everything.<br/><br/>"Ain't here no more, lass!" He sang, skipping over to Blake and wrapping a red-sleeved arm around his shoulders. "Spent it long ago, arr! On immortality, no less, no less! Ah, but gold and dubloons and a Mercedes Benz, not even the oceans are greater than friends..." He sang sadly, slapping Blake a few times on the chest before erupting into an enormous, sunny grin that showcased all his awful teeth. "But friends are here now, arr!"<br/><br/>Mallory had no idea what to do. The treasure wasn't here? What were they do to? If they came back emptyhanded, they would be killed for sure. But if they brought Sharkman Frank with them - yes, that could work. They would at least then have found <span style="font-style: italic">something</span>. Yes, that was a plan. Her eyes narrowed and a narrow smile touched her lips. Yes, that indeed was what they should do.<br/><br/>"What's a mursaydis bents?" She asked in her most naive voice, hoping that her question would be so distracting that Sharkman Frank wouldn't notice the complicated sign language she had begun doing to inform Blake of her newly hatched tactical masterpiece.</div></div>