Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

anyone!

He stood atop the crow's nest, looking across the entire expanse of his ship as he slowly turned. His eyes fell upon @Blurryface who was shuttling crabs and mussels from the mud flats to the galley. Only a handful of the Bonechewers remained; one had been made to walk the plank, two others had disappeared, another was remarkably scarce, and another still was as good as dead.

The Captain scowled as he ruminated. He had himself a full crew back in Tortuga, with no shortage of corsairs begging to come under his servitude. But these shores were sparse of worthy crew, and his own was dwindling in numbers, and questionable of loyalty. He could not take them raiding. To say Ferahgo was bored would be an understatement; he was downright stir crazy.

He prowled down from the crow's nest, scouring the rocks for any hapless sea birds.