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

Rolled for what Maude found here

Anxiety began to creep into Maude's stomach as she wandered about the sea shore, looking for something worthy of her dear Cap'n Ferahgo. Her throat tightened as time went by, her teeth chattered, her movements became erratic and desperate. Nothing! Nothing here was worth the Cap'n's eye.

It was with great luck that she found the bird. Within minutes of finding the day-old carcass of the juvenile albatross. It was picked at, of course (this was the shore, nothing was ignored), but largely whole. Good enough for the Cap'n.

The gender-confused pirate brought the bird back to Ferahgo within moments, triumphantly laying the bird at his feet. 'ere, Cap'n.