Wheeling Gull Isle The beach is too dry, where is the rum?

The ship might be full up. But also I think of the crew is about to die already, maybe two, so... Don't fret LOL. We'll get this rolling and I'll slip you in when I can! Also, I am assuming she crossed the land bridge and is on the island itself.

Ferahgo was marking above the high water mark; the shores belonged to him as well, but the sea did not care about the gunwales at all; she swallowed the marks each time the tides rose. This was expected; what was not expected was a howl from the other side of the island, near the plank. His brown ears twitched, and he furrowed his brows with a sour hmmm as he stiffly headed in that direction.

He spotted a black female; another thick one, but not quite a match for Whitey. "Eh? who are ye what do ye want? Death? Eh? This is me ship yer standin' on, missy." He snapped as he marched forward.