Just Another Day

Days passed and Shanku descended from the crow's nest to fish. Ryoichi naturally made his presence known and delighted in receiving a fresh fish.

As the cat sat atop one of his favorite barrels to clean his whiskers and paws, Glen came up behind him.

"Danglin' o'er the rails again?" he asked as he propped up on the railing.

"Ugh, never," Ryoichi shuddered and laid his ears back. Without sparing Glen a glance, he continued. "Too salty, too wet. Not to my liking."

"If'n ya don't like wet nor salt, why'd ya go ta sea?" Glen teased.

"Fish!" Ryoichi said matter-of-factually, looking at the bones before his paws.

"Now where'n the tides didja get that?" Glen asked as he scratched the back of his head.

"No place that you would dare go," Ryoichi smirked. He stepped off the barrel and began to pad away.

"Ya stole from th' galley?" Glen asked angrily. "There be heavy penalties for that, even if ye are the cap'n's favorite."

Ryoichi stopped, and fixed the pirate with a cold look. "Shanku."

"Ya stole from that mongrel!?" Glen exclaimed. He held his head in disbelief. "Ye tryin' ta get yerself killed?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" Ryoichi laughed and walked off.