Silence falls like a thick fog over the lot of beer swigging sailors, each keeps a wondering pair of eyes on the on the already half changed sailor Merrick.
Shooting pool using hoofs in place of hands takes some crafty ability, but Merrick pulls it off.
As he leans across the table to bank a shot into the center pocket, the sound of taunt cloth pulled to its point of tearing causes a few to gasp.
Sailor Merrick stops his pool shot, turning his head and cocking it as the eyes are sliding further apart. He closes one eye to try and focus the other to were the noise and an embarrassing sensation would suggest something he never let see the warm sun rays shall soon stand forth.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!"
As the seam of his white pants, parts, and from this his underwear rips and shreds under the massive pressure of a furry big donkey rump exploding into view. In all its beastly glory the furry rump, rounded buttocks, and that very rope like tail with a black tussle at its very end then springs into the view of all.
A bit surprised at how his pants ripped and what bulged out into the open air; whether it came from the beer or the drastic change of species for a human butt, but added to the moment was a burbling wet fart.
If a donkey headed sailor could show his sense of pride it was when he did something that stopped the clock for everyone around him.
Such a violent rush of gas filled the small corner of the bar room. All there caught a whiff of it, they sank to their knees, each gasping for a sniff of fresher air.
Merrick drew his stretched body back to stand upright next to the pool table. He assuredly felt some sense of dishonor, seeing those who were shipmates and friends alike, all choking and straining to breathe.
A moment of truth among men of the sea, Merrick began to try and apologize to all there; but what escaped his thick and donkey shaped lips was nothing more than a ragged sounding bray of a male donkey.
Looking around, Merrick saw the darkening fingers of a hand grasp the side of the pool table and try to help its owner get to stand up on his two feet.
"God, you fool, man look what you have done, see what your bloody donkey fart is doing to me, to us all!" A wild eyed sailor said, he looking at how he had become affected, his hand tightening into a fist, and black juice seeping from his cuticles began coating and making a human hand be then a hoof.
One by one the crew members stood up, each in his own way feeling and finding the effects from being so gassed.
"Would you all like another round of our special Red Ass Beer?" So then asked a pretty waitress, she getting not one order for a refill; turned to walk away, as she gave all there an eye full of her cute donkey rump.
Fears led to panic, but before the shore party could make their escape, five brute of men walked into the bar, they carried ropes with lasso's tied to one end.