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Quartermaster Prizzack's big bushy eyebrows knit at the appearance of the newcomer at the gangplank and he held up a closed fist to stop...

Welcome aboard, Dr. Moontail! Charmed to have you along for the journey.

Greetings! I wish to please request for my Amatis Moontail to join the crew as a natural scientist (mainly a botanist) on an assignment...

Captain's Log, Her Majesty's Golden Hide. Bouillabaisse Harbour, 17 Notembre 1765. The Hide is restless. I can feel her. The sea is...

Ready for review, O @Dusk Rainblade or @Talinn Ryalor

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑 Hear ye! Here be rostered all Officers and Crew of Her Majesty's Own Golden Hide. All prospectives must make their Mark in...

Gyles's subtle invocation of ministerial authority didn't go unnoticed, the weasel's eyes widening for a moment, her expression...

Silence. Thinking. His mind was circling, circling, circling. Something was at the bottom of the whirlpool, but he couldn't place a claw...

Almost Giftsgiving. Pure powder-white save for his black tailtip, Gyles felt the changes, too. He leaned back in the captain's cabin...

No strangers to pirates. Indeed not. Some might say we've all a bit of the pirate in our blood. Somewhere deep, instinctual. "Aye, five...

But Gyles had already gone. Drums rolled across the Sea of Calamities, slow and morose, one beat falling to the next. The First...

Gyles had lost himself in a cyclical rhythm, all his focus on keeping the damn...er..apparatus moving, pulling, pushing, harvesting and...

Gyles nodded approvingly and patted the fox on the shoulder as he let him do the necessaries. His other paw - mind of its own, that...

"Tch. That's just the thing. Well," said Gyles, turning to Silvertongue and feeling a wry smile forming about his muzzle, "why don't you...

"Ah! Dear lad." Gyles smiled mysteriously. "Trouble? Depends on what you make of what 'appens next, I s'pose! Come now, we'll speak with...