Wheeling Gull Isle shipshape

@Erzsébet

No sooner had he crossed the plank and set his paws upon his own ship did the Captain pause, the head of his old crew member dropped into the sands. He was a selfish beast, always thinking first of himself, and he had thought no further than to see his own coffers made richer when he laid eyes on the severed head. But no longer was he the sole Captain of this ship, having exchanged that in order that he might acquire the wife he sought after. He picked up the head again. He would gift it to her.

Two further steps and once more he stopped, allowing the battered face to smash without honor into the shore as it was dropped for the second time. No. He could not gift this head, for he recalled suddenly that Erz had tried to save the wench from the jaws of the other beast, the one he had chased out. Certain that the presence of the head alone would upset her, he would not even be able to keep it for himself.

But the Captain coveted his treasure, and was loathe to part with the fine skull he was certain was hiding beneath the ugly flesh. His eyes darted around, and came to stare at the ocean herself. Quickly, and for the final time, he yanked the head aloft, and moving to the shore, he found a sort of drop off point and cast the head into the sea. Here it settled among the rocks and kelp, and appeared no different than all that was around it. He could retrieve it later.

The tide was rising, and soon even the blood and scent of her in the sand would be swallowed, so the Captain moved inland, toward the dark woods at its heart, and here he howled for his partner in crime.