Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

murgash's ugly features split into a gruesome grin as she protested the christening of the island. it was a gross, unbecoming gesture and the movement of his lips forced a small wave of drool to the surface of his hanging gums. he looked around him, pulling himself upright in a proud stance. he puffed his chest, feeling the sway of the wind in what remained of his scattered fur.

"wot?" he blinked innocently, as if he had not just formed a fable. "dis is'land been murgash is'sland fer centuries." he leaned forward with a wink of one crusted eye: "'e wos a fierce worrior, det murgash - 'andsome too. oll the ladies flocked ta 'im, wot wit bein' so 'andsome end ravishin' in de sack."