Shipwrecked

Thar be pirates here me mateys...arrrrrr.

Charlene is on shore, standing beside a very large pile of broken wood, and snarling at a large group of frightened looking rats. "Yew idiots! I take me eyes offa yew fer TWO seconds, and yew crash me whole ship!"

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The rats cower in fear from their vulpine commander. According to pirate code beasts should stick together and defend themselves against common threats. But when that common threat is Charlene pirate code dictates that a sacrifice must be made. One rat is pushed forward from the groupd as the sacrifical scape goat. The scrawny rat shivers and stammers, "I...er...I can explain what happened..." He quickly points to another group down the shore a little bit, shifting through the wreckage for usefull items. Like food. "It was Jenkins fault! He was at the wheel!" A young looking brown furred weasel lifts his head up. He can't hear what the pirates are saying but his, 'captain is about to make me dead' sense is tingling.

Charlene walks over to Jenkins, but not before making sure the rats can see her cutless. "Jenkins, me ole' searat...do yew know who crashed me ship?"

The weasel gulps. He is a slender beast, wearing a baggy pair of trousers and a simple open vest. Following the pirate code the weasel turns to the ferret next to him. "Captain, i can not tell a lie. Jake here was piloting the ship." The fat bellied grey ferret gasps in shock, "W-what wait! No it was Jenkins! he was at the wheel!"

More to come at a later date!