Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

Yo ho, it's a pirate's life for me

Wednesday was surprised to hear the other speak to her. The way that he spoke to her, however, caused plenty of confusion. The accent was nothing like she had ever heard, and that he knew nothing of these parts put her at the obvious advantage. He did not know, after all, her lack of knowledge. Great White, came her response, and if it were a quip none would know, so deadpan was her tone; she then revealed a single tooth to him in a terribly hideous grin. She had actually been called such a thing, and at a location such as this, too, so she felt the title fitting. Wednesday had many names, and wore whatever name served her as the moments came.

What could she tell him about these shores? Have you anything to spare for the information I hold, The wolf blinked at him, her tone monotonous as ever. Her knowledge—or lack thereof—was not at all betrayed by any one thing. From her time spent here, she surely reeked of the ocean by now. Salt-crystals were embedded in places she had not thought to ever scout before, and now she knew the worth of that. Wednesday herself was a pirate in all but name. She was a thieving, murderous wretch... simply not a very pretty one.