Zombie King

The two adventurers walked down the pier, freshly arrived at the island.

One had spikey white hair and looked around the docks. Ze stretched their arms above zir head and exclaimed, "Ah, it is nice to be on land again!"

The other, encumbered as ze was with various bags attached to zir torso and arms, all while balancing a stack of rather thick tomes, didn't look on zir companion with any compassion.

"You could help me carry some these, you know."

"Nah, you've got 'em alright! One of us has to stay flexible, in case we run into any trouble."

"The only trouble you will find is fishing your bag out of sea." Ze punctuated this by biting a flapping piece of strap near zir chin. With a sneering yank half the bags fell to the ground. As if anticipating this move, spikey hair catches the bags in one swoop of zir arm.

"Oohmph!"

Having adjusted to the newly found freedom of movement in zir limbs, the irritated one reached into zir bag and carefully pulled out slightly large spectacles. Placing them on zir ears and pushing them up zir nose, ze sighed in contentment, able to see the island of their arrival for the first time. "So, you think it's here, on this island?"

Situating the bags' straps onto zir shoulders, the spikey-haired smirked. "Yeah, I do."