[h2][color=green][center]"Oilburn" Slick Drake[/center][/color][/h2]

[color=green]"Tibularapier! I got the milk!"[/color] Slick's voice emanated from below deck right after people began asking where he was. A brief moment of silence passed. Then Slick made his entrance as he exploded through the deck of the ship, holding two bottles of milk and looking slightly singed. If anyone bothered looking through the hole he had just made they would notice the charred remains of a pig head and several broken bones from... something. Also several melted plates and utensils, but they had plenty more. Probably.

Slick landed on the deck gracefully, holding up the milk with a bright smile on his face and his flamethrower strapped to his back for some reason. He looked around and his smile turned into a look of confusion, why was everything broken? Slick looked at everyone else as if silently asking what was happening when he spotted the other ship right next to them. He gasped and dropped the milk, the bottles shattering as he brought his hands to his mouth with a look of... excitement? [color=green]"Why didn't anyone tell me[/color] [color=red][b]it's time for art?"[/b][/color] Slick turned on his flamethrower and jumped off the side of the ship, flinging a whip of sticky oil towards the other crew's mast and using it as a grappling hook to pull himself the rest of the way. [color=red][b]"WhAt ArT sHaLl I mAkE tOdAy CaPtAiN?"[/b][/color] He called out to Boone as he helped out an injured Lilli. How long have they been fighting for! He could've made so much art by now!