Blackbeak Bluff La femme à la perruche

Hey here comes another dude who looks like a lady! (but Maude is a lady wench at heart :D)

No matter who's crew she belonged to, Maude would always love the sea above all other things, even her canine love(s). She could never abandon it or be abandoned by it, as it filled the role of mother that was abandoned by that unknowable creature that birthed and subsequently abandoned her and died. It was a sense of relief to sit and watch the waves crash against the rocks and Maude found the perfect place to do so. She sat unnerved by the sheer drop down into the waves below on the edge of the cliffs, her paws hanging over the edge as she watched the birds soar on the thermals and the waves hit the earth. She talked quietly to herself, Should prob'ly go back t' Tortuga. No fun up 'ere...Mebbe t' Cap'n went back 'ome, aye, prob'ly...but why didn't 'e tell me 'fore 'e left? 'e wouldn't just leave. Mebbe som'fin' 'appened t' 'im...mebbe... She stilled her voice as she heard pawsteps behind her, turning her head to see a pale feminine form stand at the edge of the cliff nearby her. Maude watched the woman warily, wondering what allegiances or grievances that creature had and if she would take out said hatreds on her. Wait...no...she wasn't a she. Maude wondered if this man, woman, whatever they called themselves was like her — stuck in a body that didn't truly belong to them. But Maude didn't like to start conversations often. She gave the wolf a chance to start themselves.