Wheeling Gull Isle The beach is too dry, where is the rum?

The captain's howl rang through the salty atmosphere, the rusted wench came running towards the sound with a quick pace. What would the captain need her for? It didn't really cross her mind to think so quickly, she was already there. Luckily she had been close, the howl was quite loud.

The wench broke to a trot, heading over to the captain and smelling the sharp scent of metallic blood. She licked her chops at the thought, did the captain find something to eat? Coming closer, she saw a corpse. It was beheaded, the body bleeding out with the captain's paw on top of the severed head. She trotted close to him, on his left side with her hackles lowered. Sadie was beat to the spot though, another wolfess was there too. She was massive, respectively large for any female. How could she sustain herself on the sea life provided by Calypso if she was so damn huge?!

The rusted woman didn't give a second thought, she returned her gaze towards the captain's face. "Ahoy cap'n. Did this wench give Ye trouble?" She asked, referring to the decapitated body. The woman had to, the captain killed her for a reason. Sadie's thoughts were flowing calmly, bringing ideas about using the corpse for the Bonechewers advantage.

More Jolly rogers? More warnings? More treasure? The meat could easily be used to lure in animals and have the crew slice their heads clean off. Oh, a great idea! The wench thought to swing it to the captain, however not until he was to explain what the two women were going to do with the corpse.