A finely articulated hand of green sea-glass, endlessly clicking and scraping around inside its box.
Look, cut it out, will you?
You had a soul of a curséd sailor just two days ago, you can't be hungry again
No, you can't just strangle the captain, he's not even cursed, let alone curséd
Look, I'll see if there's a monkey or something onboard you can play with, okay?
All right. Here's a sand dollar, have fun.