Wheeling Gull Isle Madam, it’s just lazy to steal from someone without knowing their name.

Let’s see.. where did we leave Belharra off last?

Oh, right. Flouncing off with Asmodeous like a school girl hussy. That fling had its merits. A full belly, a traveling companion on the road, the occasional pleasant shag - but Belharra did as Belharra was wont to, and one day she pulled a Tony Twoface and up and left her country boy beau in the reeds. 

Yeah, long days and pleasant nights to you, motherflipper. 

Back to the coast she went, having no idea she was back in the Teekon’s pitiful province. Something something about food and shelter was what motivated her to seek out refuge on an island pleasantly away from the mainland. 

Only to discover after her trek to the coastal seclusion, that it was unpleasantly occupied. 

Well, fuck. Belharra had just walked all that way for nothing, and no way no how was she about to turn around without subjecting someone to her quaint form of bitchin’.

Plopping her arse firmly on the sand, Belharra scowled against the balmy wind and pondered her next move.