Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

The woman's response came across to Penn as a joke. Pirates weren't real. Just like dragons, ninjas, ghosts and gremlins. He wondered vaguely if maybe she wasn't kidding--maybe she really did fancy herself a captain. In other words, she was out of her gourd.

At another time, Penn might've enjoyed screwing with the crazy woman a little longer. But his heart was heavy, and he just didn't have it in him to attempt something like fun just yet. So, he merely nodded his head and muttered a "Sure," before picking up his paws to take his leave. "Good luck to you," he tossed back over his shoulder, referring both to her search and her whole identity crisis thing. He slipped away then, hoping to find something idiotic to do to distract himself from his loss.