Captain Angus Mcdonugal had a hook for a head. Normally this would be a fatal wound but Angus was unusually hardy, and he would tell his men that his hatred for the bilge rats what done this to him was enough to keep him going until the world ended. At least that’s what they imagined he was saying; to be truthful they really weren’t that sure, he had no mouth to speak with. Some among the crew feared that he was indeed a zombie, what kind of man could live without his head for so long, like a sea bound cockroach. Maybe they were right Captain Mcdonugal wasn’t talking. He just kept them sailing in a straight line, straight towards their fate, straight towards the ninja stronghold.