Wheeling Gull Isle pinkie pie's party cannon

"Arr!" Exclaimed Ferahgo. He had found himself a proper Captain's quarters. Struck into the northern rock of the island's stony hill was a quaint little cave. It was tall enough for him to stand in comfortably, and deep enough that he could tuck himself completely out of sight into the dark.

The pirate cocked a leg at the entrance. Mine. He would leave no doubt that this cave belonged to him and him alone. He scuffed his body along the rough walls, and dug at the earth and sand where the shadows met the daylight.

Mighty satisfied, he sat outside and thought of the proud skull he had stashed back inland.