Wheeling Gull Isle What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine

Aye, aye," she said, and off she went to do his bidding. He did not move, his gaze cast out across the plank and the sea on either side of it. He was like a stone sentinel, for not even his head turned. How long he would stay like this remained to be seen, but for now, the Captain was patient, though he did start to idly tap his paw as the minutes ticked by.