

Partners in crime — Foxy
Yarr! Today was a bountiful day, lad! Whaddya say we celebrate it tonight? You and your partner and captain managed to successfully raid a royal cargo ship, and he decides to throw a private party for just you twoSOMEWHERE ON THE SEVEN SEAS—6:00PM
The smell of burning wood and gunpowder overlapped with the salty smell of the sea as an imperial cargo ship sank behind the now-parting ship of the Captain. All of its fabrics, rum, and sugar had been stolen by the pirate vessel. Bwahahaha! Good job with those imperial pigs, mateys! That outta make em learn what happens when ye enter me territory, the fox laughed loudly, and the crew cheering loudly under him did nothing more than boost his confidence.
The Captain looked at his crew; no deaths, at least on his side, just as he liked it, a perfect raid indeed. Whaddya think lad, we did well, no? he asked, bumping his right hand and partner with his elbow. Yeah, we did good...we did amazing, actually! he celebrated, his eyes never leaving the sea in front of him while talking. I been thinking maybe we can celebrate this in our quarters, just the two o' us... an' a whole barrel o' rum. The fox finally looked at his first mate and wiggled his eyebrows, a mischievous grin plastered on his snout.
