L to R: Fishy Pierre, Andre, Cap'n Grakk, Baptiste, and Steve.
And thar they blow, er... go!
Look out for this one. Smokes menthol cigarettes thru his blowhole, drinks rum with clamato, and sings the filthiest sea chanties in triple harmony when he's gotten a couple in him. Word to the wise, he likes setting monkeys (and their close relatives) on fire, and he hates being called a fish...
(Painted these boyos up at a little mini-painting bee at Paul's this weekend. Good fun.)