“Sorry, sorry,” Guybrush laughed nervously, finally having the decency to look away from the considerably younger girl (even if she was comfortable with nudity and he had other things on his mind), “I wish I knew. Usually my disembodied informants are a lot more helpful than this one.”

The ponytailed pirate took a better look around, noting with particular interest the meaty walls, the other pods, and the glowing pustules.

“My best guess is that we’re inside some sort of giant animal. Judging from the radioactive stomach barnacles, I’m thinking whale.”