Wheeling Gull Isle pinkie pie's party cannon

The Captain took immense pride in his ship, as if his own claws had dug out the caves, as if he had lapped up the sea to create the tidal flats, as if he had planted the trees and stacked the stones that made up the hillsides. His crewwolf referred to it only as 'not bad', to which Ferahgo responded first with a pursed mouth, and then a firm correction. "It is the finest ship ye ever clapped eyes on." His penetrating stare left no room for question, so he was quick to move on. "The tidal flats be rich indeed, me bucko. But don't ye be forgettin' to contribute to the galley. Did ye find yerself a bunk yet?"