Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

The tone in the others voice was missed by Wednesday, who would come to know it and its nuances if time would lend itself to her. And I will again, she promised the other. She did not wonder what the captain might think; if she obtained the thing, she would act as though it were some gift to him. A short-lived one, little would he know; Wednesday had no plans to let the child live, as she enjoyed taking life and joy from others because she could, and life, for her, worked that way. Already her plan was devised and decided. The family would think the daughter would live if only they handed her their stores of food... and then the cub would die, and all would be for naught on her families part. 

It felt like this place knew only peace. The blows delivered had been terrible and cruel, but there was true surprise to see one so deep in their lands. At home such a thing was a habit of other packs, but only because they wished for territory... ah, well, let their territory be an option to put on the table, too! 

The question surprised Wednesday, who shook her head. Gristle had cleaned them well enough, but she had not thought salt water would do much of anything to her. She was truly unaware of its healing properties; she had only heard of stories of others drowning in it.