Coconut Grove pineapples in her hair

Her responses were amusing but nonetheless relatable to Sadie. She too loved to travel and would need some limb chopped off before she would stop (though she didn't know that Olive was stretching it a bit). Sadie grinned at her before answering the other lady's question.

"I come from a bay north of here, Seal Back. Lived as a pirate all my life in a crew in the ship. Fine life, though I'm seen as a toy over an actual wolf" she said, shaking her head with a grin. What fond yet bad memories she had there! There were a handful of good men with good hearts in them that once in a while arrived at the bay, but they never stayed. Besides, none of them would even want to talk to the freckled wolf. It was as if she was invisible while the other wenches were right there on a silver platter.

sadie continued to think deeply about her past before an earth-shattering question was asked. What was rum?!

her jaw dropped as she let out a loud chortle. "Lass, you're telling [b]m'oi that you've never tasted rum?"[/b] She questioned in a surprised tone. Was this wolf deprived of the good things in life? probably not, in fact, it was mostly the pirates' custom to indulge in rum.

"Rum is like liquid gold, tears of the gods!" She exclaimed, getting slobbery at the thought. "It's fermented fruits, though the juice from them is where it comes [b]from,[/b]" she said to her, looking at the coconut husk.

"ye could even make rum from this,[small]" she said, nudging it with her paw. She looked Olive in the eyes with a shimmering glare, one that edged a bit of a crazy side and yet, roughly charming. "It burns in your throat, melts in your stomach, and makes you feel as if ye lying beneath the burning sun. The burn- it's wonderful" she [/small]said as if she was some poet.