Nechord, a skeleton with a love for shredding, was the guitarist for a band of pirates. He wasn’t like the other pirates—he had a passion for metal music. His axe was a bright red guitar, reminiscent of the one played by James Hetfield of Metallica.

On the high seas, when there were no ships to plunder, Nechord would pull out his guitar and let loose. He’d blast out brutal riffs that echoed across the ocean. While he was a fan of many bands, his heart belonged to White Zombie and Pantera. Their music was the soundtrack to his life, and he’d often lose himself in their grooves.

But here’s the thing about Nechord: while his music was intense and his skeleton form was intimidating, his dance moves were, well, a little less so. He’d get so into the music that his bony hips would start to sway, his head would bob, and he’d stumble around. His pirate crewmates would often burst out laughing at the sight, finding his enthusiastic movements hilarious. Nechord, however, was too lost in the music to care.

For him, it wasn’t about looking cool; it was about the music. He was a pirate by trade but a musician by heart. And as long as he had his guitar and the open sea, he was the happiest skeleton on the seven seas.