Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

If he had the dexterity to facepalm, he would have done so, but all he could do was brush a paw across his snout in the same sentiment. "Not a lover," he stressed, his deadly lack of patience evident. "Yer mate. Yer bucko. Yer crewwolf. Yer friend, Whitey. Ye be runnin' with pirates now, ye be needin' to learn the tongue of the sea." As for her strong, male friend. "Send him to me when next he be found. I will speak to him." His ear twitched. "I am Ferahgo, but to the likes of ye, I am Captain Blackbeard. Head down shore toward the seaside plateau, me swabbie be there. Can't miss him - he's a chatterin' nuisance of a thing, scraggy and such. I will come for ye when the ship is ready."

He dismissed her with a flick of his tail and he stepped forward to resume his scouting. But he paused, and glanced back over his shoulder with a savage look. "Touch a hair on the hide of me swabbie, and it'll be yer hide I sleeps on."