Wheeling Gull Isle pinkie pie's party cannon

He would have to fetch that skull soon. It would be the centerpiece — and perhaps more — of his coffer, which would exist at the back of his quarters, along with his private stock of rum and grub.

He was hailed by Mr. Flotsam. From above. The Captain tipped his snout up, watching as the dark-coated wolf made his way down the hillside. "Aye," answered Ferahgo, "and ye be keepin' yer nose out of it if ye fancies keepin' it on the end of yer snout." It was not an idle thread, he narrowed his eyes and flicked his tail as he stared unwaveringly at his new crewwolf.

But after a moment his countenance resumed it's normal, relaxed by rascally look. "What do ye think of the ship, eh?"