Alan Fringe flexed his mighty jaw and furled his lips outward. He was surrounded by jaguars, outnumbered ten to one by veteran pirates, stuck in a cave of unknown whereabouts, and didn't have a clue as to whether he'd see tomorrow's day. Yet those damned pearly whites revealed themselves. They flashed in two rows, gigantic teeth aligned, clenching together. The ends of his mouth curved upward, and Alan's green eyes opened wide as perfect circles. His pupils dilated to an absurd radius. His face wrinkled and his colossal tongue forced itself through his gigantic teeth. He laughed. He sang drunk shanties and kept a beat by slamming his cuffs against the cave wall. He stared, outnumbered in every way, into that cocky pirate's eyes. It was a look that caused a baby to laugh and a grown man to have his stomach turned. [color=gold]"AYE, YOU'VE GOT ME CORNERED YOU DO. I LIKE MY ODDS,"[/color] Alan said. Though, the crew would swear his booming voice was practically screaming. His voice would be heard sooner than the rogue pirate crew would be seen, if anyone were to venture by. [color=gold]"LET'S HAVE A DRINK THEN, WE'LL DANCE AND SING UNTIL AN AVALANCHE CRUSHES US, WHAT SAY YOU ALL?"[/color] Alan suggested to the rogue crew.