Blackbeak Bluff watermark

Yo ho, it's a pirate's life for me. Arr! I'm commandeering this thread for Snitch's introduction, but we both need Mr. Ferahgo. :P

This whole adventure sucked. The boy was striding along the seaside, his nose down among the rocks, happy that this place lacked seaweed at least. Regardless, the scent of salt in the air made his face crunch up. There were no signs of any pirates around here though - nobody he had traveled with - and so Snitch let out a low groan.

He lifted his head to watch the water, seeing where the horizon met the sky, and frowned pensively at it. There were birds in the distance - gulls probably, a hungry heron coasting with its wings out - but nothing of interest. Returning to his search, Snitch turned back to the beach in time to spot a dark figure upon the buff. He let out an eager, excited bark, and charged.

In his excitement, Snitch wasn't paying much attention to where his paws landed; his long legs made quick work of the bluff. But when he reached the dark figure, he realized it wasn't one of the pirates - or at least, it wasn't someone he recognized. The sudden reveal of a stranger in his proximity made Snitch pull short with his run, and he tripped over his legs, tangled in them. He more or less went down without a sound, except for the deep thump of his body hitting the dirt. He was winded for sure, leading to an uncharacteristic silence.