Wheeling Gull Isle The Bagman's Gambit

The wench's head turned to see that the man had decided to follow her. She smiled with glee, hearing his words. Of coarse she was blackmailing, she had to get her way somehow! However, his grin made her a bit suspicious again, what was he planning? However, it faded (not entirely) into her mind when he said she was a fun one. Habit also tried himself a bit of pirate's language, although it sounded quite awkward to him. His first word: matey. The woman let out a hoarse laugh and threw her head back, a large smile graced her dark lips.

"Aye! A fun one indeed! Ye get ye pirate tongue soon lad!" She offered to him, shaking some of the salty air out of her fur. Her attention turned back towards the shoreline. "Let's get a move on me bucko, find anything shiny and take it. If ye find nothing, head inland to search for skulls or bones." She kept the sand dollar within her jaws as she searched the damp sands, looking for anything reflective. However, Calypso was setting in her fog, and her vision was getting, well- foggy.

Her memory went back to Habit, on what he was doing before Sadie found him. He was eating his rations like any other crew member. He looked hungry to her, he ate many of the sea rations that Calypso provided. The lass couldn't blame him, any crew member feeling hungry should eat!

"If ye find something fine, ye can go back to eatin' ye rations. If ye help a lass out a lot, I''ll show ye a fine spot to find rations. That price be fitting enough for a scallywag like yeself?"