Cerulean Cape if someone is talking about you behind your back, just fart

@Wylla

The next best thing to food was a good chew. Raptor would eat anything and he would also chew on just about anything, but he did have a bit of a preference for old but not too old bones that had been tossed around the sea and then spit onto shore with some of the rotten marrow still inside. Or bones that were a bit soft and turned to crumbs as he gnawed on them. Or a shark fin. Or a nice smooth hunk of driftwood. Ok, so Raptor did not have much of a preference for chews either, but he was pretty enamored at the prospect of the one he had just found.

Beneath his paws as he furiously scraped and clawed and dug at the sand was a whale's rib that had been buried over. It would take some effort to dig it out — something Raptor was not keen on at all — but the reward would be worth it. He could chew on this rib forever if he could get it back to the safety of the ship. He had been working at it for a good hour, and had uncovered most of it. There was just one end still buried deep into the cape. He licked his lips as he dug, excited more by the minute.

The sun was starting to set on the cool, overcast day. If he hurried, he might have his treasure before dark.