Wheeling Gull Isle The Bagman's Gambit

I'll go ahead and get this one archived!

Much to the Habit's pleasure, his lucky find passed the wenches inspection. She liked, it seemed; so much so that she spit her own finds into the sand to take Habit's shell for her own. The Habit had no need for material things, so without fuss, he let the wench fill the conch shell with whatever she could find and fit into it. However, luckily for her, if the shell had been something the Habit truly set his eye upon and needed to have, lord help her.

With this unnecessary task finally over, the Habit was ready to claim his reward; the special spot to find more muscles. The other wolf, however, only honored part of their deal, and began to walk away across the beach. The Habit lifted a brow. "What about the spot?" he called out after her, but she had already made her way across the beach. Of course, he should have known that this was to be expected when dealing with pirates. 

He shook his head. She certainly had spunk to leave him high and dry. Despite his disapointment, there was a part of him that liked her for it. "Whatever," mumbled the wolf to himself as he watched the wench walk away and into the distance. 

Now, without distraction, the Habit could return to his lunch in peace.