Wheeling Gull Isle pinkie pie's party cannon

After meeting the wench and filling his empty stomach, the Habit went about his way to explore the rest of the territory.  Initially, he weaved though the coniferous forest, but was eventually drawn to the squat and rocky hillside that gave the small island rise. Guided forward by an unabashed sense of curisosity, the Habit scaled it's rocky surface until he reached it's peak.

From here, he smelled the Captain (or whatever he had called himself when they met in the morning), fresh.  Decending the rocky hillside's northernmost end, the Habit found his Captain marking what he could only assume to be his own private quarters.  

"Oi, Cap!" he chimed as he descended a precarious ledge.  Looking around, the Habit finally asked, "This your place? ...Spacious."