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It's Cold.
It's Dark.
It's disturbingly quiet.
A storm is brewing.
Why, may I ask, are you here?

Come to gawk at the old sea-dog crackpot, have you? Don't give me reason to eat you.

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It doesn't seem like anyone ever cares who I was while I was alive, it doesn't matter to them if I was the commodor of the greatest fleet to sail the seas. They have no concern over my invention of the astrolabe. All they ever want to hear about is how I died, what it's like to die, how I became a ghost, why I'm here now. All of those are pointless questions. Who cares? I did great things in my past. Would it kill you to leave me be now that I have died? *Bruhahaa laughs bitterly* Kill you.
If you want to learn about such annoyingly unimportant and uninteresting events, you are going to have to wait, because I'm going to tell you my life's accomplishments frst.
While I was alive, I lead the most powerful fleet of ships this side of Neopia. Nothing else had been discovered yet. Together with my crew of nearly eight score, we set off to discover new lands. Nothing could stop us. I conquered entire nations with my crew! We were not pirates, however. We simply ruled the seas.
My life was a fantastic one, but a short one. I don't know if it was the fault of my crew or myself but I made plenty of enemies discovering new places. The only reason a large majority on Neopia is mapped is because I mapped it! Many were jealous of my work. I didn't even notice the beast following me until it was too late.

There had been a small joyboat trailing us for a long while, but I gave it no mind. I didn't know who was inside it, but I assumed I could handel them if they became a problem. After a few nights I noticed the follower had actually connected his small boat to one of my own. I personally went down to meet him. That was a bad move. As it turns out he had been paying off my own men so tey wouldn't say anything to me. It didn't take much for him to kill me. Shot me right in the bloody back, the scum did. I'm not one to hold a grudge, but this wasn't an easy thing to let go. My own men cheered him on as he replaced me. I never even got a good look at his face when I was alive, so I chose to stay and see him. To look my killer in the eye. *Bruhahaa laughs again remorsefully* I didn't know you could only choose to stay or go one time. So now this is where I am. My ship sunk not far outside Altador. Lazy crew never got around to fixing a small hole that had been cast by a stone. This is where I stay. I can't go to shore. Don't belong there. Can't go beyond. Cant reach there. I'm perfectly happy right where I am.

What's with my paws, mouth and eyes?

I'm assuming this is the cheapest form of "flying" there is. *Bruhahaa leaps into the air, but istead of falling back toward the ocean, lands on seemingly solid ground, where he stands his paws and surrounding area glows as though illuminated by a thin layer of water. He walks at your shoulder's length for a moment, then drops back down toward the sea, were his paws land a paper-thin layer away from the flowing water*. I can see just as well as I can fly. Only barely. My eyes aren't stitch shut entirely, nor is my mouth. *You had already noticed this. Each time he opens his moth the strings tying it should stretch so thin they seemingly disapear. What could be the purpous of this?* My mouth is stitched like this to signify that I trust no one with my secrets any longer. I have told you all I care to tell you. Go share this information now, I'm sure you will. All humans are the same. All people are. Can't keep their mouths shut.

Statistics
Caretaker:Goodmutt
Color:Ghost
Species:Lupe
Gender:Male
Level:1
Age from Death:40041 Hours(died on All Hallows Eve).
Age from Birth:Unkown
Intellegence:10

Goodmutt's Others

Morlapse
Goodmutt found him while she was in the desert somewhere. Don't know why she took him home, and I quite frankly don't care. He does strange things to the sky, and he hangs out with a little bird that reads minds. Very strange. They're a very odd bunch, and I don't trust either of them. No reason to.

Quileeto
There's so much wrong with this bird, I don't know where to begin. She's full of filthy habits, she'd gamble her own mother away given the chance. Everyone knows she cheats, but because she's never been caught she's free to scam so many fool's money away. If you're going to gamble, you sho know what you're getting into anyways.

Adoptables
Rules.
Alright. The rules for these things are pretty simple.
Don't Alter these.
Don't Steal these.
Don't enter these in the Beauty Contest, Art Gallery or anything of that nature.
Don't take a custom that isn't yours.
Don't beg me for one.
Customs are closed until further notice, sorry!
I'm working to get the basics done, but if you'd like I can add you to my list of 5. If there aren't any open on the waiting list, check back some othr time because if I add too many I'll forget, or worse feel overwhelmed and quit.
Feel free to Neomail me!

Intsructions
right click on the color of you choice, click 'Properties' copy the URL and paste it in the regualr image code. For more questions about those very vague intructions, don't be afraid to neomail me. If you could leave some sort of recognition saying I made, that would be great! I'll be checking around to see there is no stealing. The link me icon at the bottom of the page or just a simple "By: goodmutt_the_2nd" will suffice.

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