Blackbeak Bluff skeleton crew

Ooh, a pirate captain meeting another pirate captian, how fun?

It wasn't unusual to catch Depp roaming about the coast, bored out of his mind, luckily this was not one of those times. For he was drunk. Yes indeed, it only be about an hour ago where he consumed overly ripe apples and was now journeying his favorite part of land–the beach. How often he longed to travel the coast once more, to have infinite supply of alcohol at his call? Quite often. It was a miracle when he found the fermented fruit lying beside a young tree, he thought he died and went to Heaven. Him having quite the troubling time, possibly being a future father and the possibility of his children's mother to kill them the moment they were born clouded his mind, but with the wonderful, intoxicating apples he was now free of the burden...for now, that is.

When trotting through the sand of the coast line, he caught the scent of another not too far away. It was familiar, but definitely not well known. He paused a moment, processing whether a not he should follow the smell, and sure enough he did, forth he went with a stagger–not caused by his drink, but simply because that was how he walked. It wasn't long until another wolf was insight, and he began to slow his broken walk. "Hello there, mate." He showed off a toothy smile. "What brings you too the shore?"