Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

Sounds good to me. :-) I'll go ahead and get this archived.

“I see how it is,” Sumayl teased Vienna lightly with a soft laugh that rumbled in the confines of his chest. Vienna was right in her assumption that, despite how much of a pain in the ass family could be, he wouldn't exchange his siblings for the world, nor his foster family, either. Leaving kind of left him with the stale taste in his mouth that his willingness to leave made him look ungrateful but no one had tried to make him feel like that and, eventually, Sumayl had gotten over the guilt that had plagued him the first week since departing. He was a full grown adult and he needed to find his own place in the world. Staying home for the rest of his life wasn't apart of the map that he was making as he went along. Plus, the golden outlaw couldn't dispute that the idea of meeting other Ostrega's — distant family, even — was a rather tempting one. Surely, his father was not the first Ostrega out there in the world. Sumayl didn't really remember if Dhani had ever spoken about his family, having been fairly young when him and his mother had died in the forest fire.

Sumayl glimpsed at Vienna, briefly startled when he felt her bump against his shoulder. “I say lets try it,” He was down for it. He wasn't sure his plan was the best one out there, but he figured it would be an interesting learning experience, nevertheless. And who knew, if it actually worked then he could advise others on how to eat and kill crabs, which was apart of the description of hunter as far as he cared. Being knowledgeable was a step forward in the right direction. Offering her a cheeky grin, he took the lead down the rocky incline, all the way to beach where they began the crab fest.