Wheeling Gull Isle pinkie pie's party cannon

The king of poor timing as always, the ship's swabby came tearing up the hill, panting heavily and with no shame, and inserted himself directly between the crew mate and his captain. "Ahoy, Cap'n!" called the swab, practically right in the man's face, though with a wrinkle of his nose he turned his head to view Habit at last. "Oi, matey, ye smells like ripe chum," he commented as his piggish eyes swept over the black wolf. The smell of mussels was both disgusting and alluring, for he was a pirate whose livelihood depended on fish, and yet the stench of a dead one was enough to make your eyes water. "Ye be eatin' sea grub? Ye bring any for ye ol' swabby?" He smacked his lips expectantly, then with a start, swung his attention back to Blackbeard.

"Cap'n, the booty's been brought aboard." By this, he meant the bones from the bay. Blurryface had moved every last remaining scrap, including a tooth that had fallen out of the skull.

This is more or less a cameo and they can tell Blurry to piss off if they want and you can skip him too if you want, lol.