Frothed glasses set along the sides of two pool tables as the group of sailors begin sipping and playing a game.
The smooth flavor of the Pleasure Island brew is something so righteous to the thirsty sailors, they drain the mugs in record time, and to each man's delight a roving barmaid comes along and refills the mugs at no change.
Four refills each and the sailors begin to become rather rowdy.
One claims another just cheated!
Two more speak up and suggest they saw him do it!
The accused sailor slams his pool cue to the table top, pulls up the sleeves of his dress whites, and shows to his comrades in arms, a pair of hands that are not quite so fully human.
Ready to fight for his honor, the sailor takes a deep breath and was ready to verbally accept the challenge, when from his puffy lips he burbles out a burp that sounds more like some donkey giving forth a bray.
Worse, and as much quite offending and frightening to the lot standing there gawking, they see not human fists ready to fight; but the sailor has hands beginning to resemble the solid hoofs of some equine animal.
Crimped and mis-shaped hands are but part of what the crew can see, as black hide and dark brown fur grace the sailor's wrists and forearms.
Seeing this the crew looks at the sailor in his face, there they see his thickening lip, changing jaw, and the worst, he is sprouting donkey size ears.