Comhroinn Fuaime

The glass skeleton figure stands at the base of the plank, wrists bound behind its back, the large brown eyes darting left and right in pure terror. The skull shakes side to side — pleading. The legs resist every step as two pirates shove it forward from behind. Each push brings it closer to the edge. The figure turns its skull back toward the crew one last time — brown eyes enormous, jaw open, begging. Nobody moves. The camera pushes in slowly as the figure is forced step by step toward the edg