99 words - pirates

The two skeleton pirates stood at the harbour. Slow night for haunting. Since TV came out things were simply not the same.
The taller pirate was utterly bored, wanted to pick his bellybutton, but could only tickle his spine, which made his leg twitch like a pseudo Irish river dance. The shorter pirate snapped his jaw in place and played harpsichord on his ribs with one thumb.
“ Ye know what I really hate? Drinking a bottle of rum and it just runs right through me.”
“ Ah, ye know what I hate? When my damn thumb catches fire!”