Gilded Bay Please hide me, I run to the rock

Did the writer mention already that Vulcan was rather fond of Eartha?

Not in, like, a sexual way. She was old enough to be his mother. Probably older than his mother. He saw her as a surrogate parent, instead, and followed in her footsteps accordingly. He felt protective over her.

Perhaps that was why he trailed the captain today—close enough to let her know he was there, far enough away to leave her alone with her thoughts (and not be a total kiss-ass creeper).

Vulcan, too, took in the scents that lined the bay. No one had settled here for a long time. There were only passers-by, and what a shame! It was a beautiful place, perfect for a conquest. Did this land not have any bands of wolves looking for a home?

Maybe once they'd taken revenge upon Eartha's nemeses and recaptured Alizarin, the captain might be convinced to stay here.

Maybe. Skeleton Quay was special, though. Well. Nothing really special, except for the memories.

Goddamn it. He was rambling within his own head. 

He trotted along the beach then, catching up to Eartha, sand flying in his wake. Anything interestin', cap'n? Vulcan called out in his customary affected Tortugan drawl, lips parting in a toothy smile.