Sequoia Coast goodbye babylon

To his surprise, the shores up this way were littered with lost souls just waiting to be snatched up by one as enterprising as he. Rigging a crew was coming with ease, but finding a ship on which to put them, not so much. Nothing on the shores so far had struck his fancy, or had but had certain disadvantages he did not care for. He was a particular sort in the matters of his quarters.

Ferahgo was distracted from his own musings when he spotted a coywolf along the beach. For a moment he thought it was Blurryface, but this one had a little too much meat on him, a far more sizeable creature than his swabbie. Also, he was not chattering up a storm and hooting and hollering to the gulls.

"Ahoy," hailed Ferahgo as he marched toward him. "Who are ye?"