[The skeletons, a familiar sight, wouldn't you say? They're all still smiling and laughing and clattering, their amusement never fading--(Even when the battle begins.) Most of the time, you will find these bone-faced constructs busy at work: cleaning the deck, mending sails, winding rope, bottling various creepy crawlies for some unknown purpose, or down in the kitchen cooking. They don't need to eat, so it must be for you. However, when not at work they play. Those members of the band are still present and still play their odd little tunes. Their comrades dance, they play cards, they have mock battles with broom handles. A good natured bunch of women all in all--(Definitely women. Their pelvis bones and ribs tell the tale.)]