Wheeling Gull Isle The Bagman's Gambit

As Sadie moved along the shore, Habit agreed to her deal, giving her the nickname of Freckles. The wench's eyes shot up to attempt to look at her forehead. She knew very well about her dots on her eyes, she smirked at Habit's nickname. Freckles, she liked it.

As the two continued their way down, the wench came across small shells and such. Many filled her mouth, Habit caught her attention though. She turned around, spitting out the treasure and walking over to Habit's find. She got closer, her ears were pricked forward. It was quite a shell to her, a conch shell that had a nice size to it. A large and crooked smile settled onto her lips.

Habit was quick to question her if the find was good enough and if he could return to his eating. The lass looked to him and nodded her head. "A nice fine lad, the cap'n will be pleased. Ye can go back to feeding yeself rations." With that, she snatched the large shell and started to fill it with her smaller shells.

Once it was filled to the brim, she picked it up gently with her front teeth and started to make her way down the coast line. The lad had done what she needed him to do, and she would stay to her word (somewhat). She would let him eat in peace and not bother him. She continued to smile with the shell caught in her jaws, being careful to not let the spikes poke her tongue.