Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

Excellent! Grinning broadly and just a little mischievously, Blurryface spun on his heel with a holler of, "ahoy, wench, th'plank be this way!" before jaunting down the strand a relatively short distance to the sandbar. Sadly for him, it was high tide and the bar was therefore submerged. "Not t'worry lass," he reassured Wildfire over his shoulder, assuming she had even followed him this far, "we pirates be the best swimmers o' the seven seas!"

Having already forgotten what the whole point of bringing Wildfire here was, the swab waded into the ocean where the sand bar ought to have been and was soon paddling his way toward the island. He believed Wildfire was following him, of course, but he would never know. About 20 feet from shore, a vicious undertow caught the coywolf's legs and sucked him under and sent him tumbling along the sandy bottom, and he re-emerged spluttering and coughing and choking much further out to sea than he had anticipated. Hell, he had gone past the island and was facing its rocky cliff face, somewhere he had no hope in hell of climbing.

"Ahoy, mateys!" Blurryface spluttered through mouthfuls of salt water, "swabby o'erboard!" But whether it was because no one heard him or no one cared, his crew mates did not appear to help him, and the ocean's current was soon sweeping him beyond reach of the island. Only then did panic catch up the waterlogged swabby, and that was his undoing. He began to splash and flail, and after not even ten seconds of it, some species or other of shark shot up out of the water, with him caught up in the barbs of its teeth, and ended his life just like that.