Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

The swabby seemed to spend more time off the ship than on it, but that was to be expected. Pirates were a violent sort and he hadn't made it to four years of age by hanging around with the brawlers. The constant upheaval was a good distraction and he was able to slip away across the plank and up the shore a short ways, as always in search of treasures to bring back to Blackbeard. He'd picked the grave to death and was satisfied there was nothing left, but a nearly obsessive compulsion sent him back in the direction of the bay, only to be stopped by the sight of a conspicuous red against the dark sand.

Momentarily he stood there on swaying limbs, squinting, but then his little pig eyes picked up the outline of a canid and he grinned wickedly. "Ahoy, wench!" he called up the river, swinging his tail briskly in a hail.