Blackbeak Bluff kickin rocks

When she’s been but a young thing, the captain of the crew she’d been running with had taught her a game of rockskipping. Neither of them were much good at it, but they’d had their fun. It had remained a fond memory, even through the captain’s death a month later. She’d gone on with the memory in her heart.

Corsair still played the game, but she couldn’t now. For one thing, she was settled high above the ocean, and for another, the skipping game wasn’t too fun to play when the tides were high. The rock mostly met a wave and would end up back at her feet if she was lucky. If she wasn’t, well, she’d end up with a rock to the face.

So, now she was just picking them up and dropping them off the edge, like a child who’d just discovered gravity. She watched her latest sacrifice go over the edge, slamming into a place where the wall stuck out, rolling off and hitting the ocean with a satisfying thunk She crossed her paws in front of herself, tight curls clinging to her skin with moisture. Sea spray could reach her laying form from here, so she was quite fine. Even with the chilled breeze rushing over her body.