Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

He sniffed at an old bone, washed ashore after having been adrift at sea for how long. It was rough and tarnished, the fine bone color stained green in many places. But his coffer in this land would be empty. By habit he swung his head around to bark an order at his swab to carry the thing for him, but oh right, he had sent his chattering servant elsewhere. Ferahgo snorted, and gathered up the bone himself, where behind a recognizable rock he buried it for later.

Hmm. His pale eyes squinted into the mid-afternoon sun at an island off shore, but the chomp of hungry waves on the shore invited only fools to swim. It was a curiosity, but a fleeting one. He moved toward the river, and slaked his thirst where the water was still fresh.