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

He was about to give up on her when he spotted the earthen hues of her coat coming back across the plank. Good timing, seeing as the tides would soon rise and make accessing the ship far more treacherous.

She laid the bird at his feet, and he peered down at it. Like all offerings from the shore, it had already been picked at by other birds and probably crabs too, but it was not often he got to eat the flesh of such a bird, and so he was rather pleased. Of course, this did not show on his face, which would only suggest her find was satisfactory to him, confirmed by his words. "Fine, aye, come aboard. Find yerself a bunk and then get to stockin' the ship's galley. It's beneath the biggest tree in the woods there. Go on, git!" He snapped his teeth to usher her along, then seized the bird.

This he carried off toward his quarters, for his consumption alone.