Honeyed Pasture blow high! blow low! and so sailed we

@Marlow! EDIT! forgot to add, this is forward-dated to the 22nd!

While he was without a doubt a lover of the sea, Kingsley would take to traveling inland on the occasion. Usually it was the weather that would force him to the pastures and forests, when the sea grew too fierce for even the strongest of swimmers and nature reminded the land lubbers of her wrath. Today, however, he found himself heading south east despite the rather pleasant weather. No, today, he was simply following his whims.

As well as a certain coyote cur who had had the gall to steal from him.

It only took a second or two; one moment Kingsley was chowing down on a meaty bone and the next, he was suddenly staring at the quickly disappearing tail end of the bastard. The chase had gone on for miles, the wily creature managing to outrun the gunner and evade capture so far. But he would find him. Oh, he would rue the day he decided to steal from old Kingsley. The scent trail he left behind was strong, easily picked out thanks to the tantalizing smell of the bone that mixed with the coyote's stench. So the pirate followed it, his determined gait falling back into a casual saunter.

"Ye can run, but ye can't hide!" he bellowed.