Open Side Adventure If You Teach a Kit a Trick

[FinnianBrightfur]

Finn let out a minor sound of protest as he was snagged, his reaction times far too diminished to evade capture. He was a light little kit, which... explained why a single mug of grog hit him so hard. Helplessly, Finn laid back in Silvie's arms.

"Shilvie, yer upside down!" he said with a laugh. His head tipped over to look at Swift and Kaii, and a stupid grin spread over his face. "Shee, and you guys are shidewaysh. The capn' will never find ush like dish!"

The fox's ears perked as he heard Swift and Kai discussing... Something pertaining to him. He wasn't sure what they were planning, but he didn't like it. "Noooo, Shilvie, don't let 'em 'gurgitate me!” he pleaded, seeking refuge in his captor.

"Shilvie, what's 'gurgitation mean?"

 

[Silvertongue Songfox]

“I don’t like that last option.”
Silvertongue shook his head. “Mainly because I don’t feel too inclined to clean up any vomit. The bread should work, and maybe some of that coffee stuff. I can probably sneak some of it from the Captain’s office. It’s a very fascinating drink. Smells strange, but a sip of it will give you lots of energy. Maybe it’ll counteract the alcohol in his body.”

Silvertongue sat Finn down at the table. “I’ll go get the coffee. Swift, you go get some bread- or lard… I guess. Kaii… don’t let Finn drink any more grog.”

 

[SwifttailTheFox]

Swifttail listened to the other two foxes ideas. He shook his head in agreement at Silvertongue's words. He also didn't want to see the kit vomit.

"Aye, I'm sure there's some bread floating around here," Swift replied, scanning the other beasts taking their ease across the dimly lit deck.

His eyes rested on a weasel, sharing something edible with two rats from a small burlap satchel. Swifttail padded over, seeing them sniggering quietly amongst themselves as they gnawed at something tan and bread-like.

Swifttail politely cleared his throat and asked, "S...scuse' me? Might ye spare a corner of yer bread? It's for the kit."

"Piss off." Snarled the weasel, clutching the bag closed. "D'hese are my pers'nol rashins."

A female rat in a naval service uniform belted the weasel across the ear. "Shuddap Fangmaw. Let de kit have som."

Begrudgingly, the weasel snapped off a corner and tossed it to Swifttail. He caught it in his paw, but the unexpected weight and hardness of the thing caught him off guard. He looked at it inquisitively.

Oh...hard tack. Not really what he had in mind... Still, getting the kit to swallow a few chunks might cause it to swell in his stomach. It was worth a go.

Letting out a quiet, mumbled "Thank ye," he trotted back to the table.