[Raikov]

The debris following the hurricane's wake was scattered all over the isle.

Broken wood splintered the sand like shards of glass, rocks and leaves from the wild winds. The Captain paced up and down the beaches like an angry lion, teeth grit while his tail lashed behind him like a whip. He had asked Yuri to do a head count, his Gunners scattered over the map to find bodies to gather on the beach. Three members of the Captain's Deck had yet to turn up, Brielle and Shark and Albatross. His Officers filed in slowly but surely, Dixie being another who was missing.

The Captain herded himself inland, brushing through thick jungle bushes and shrubs until his claws began to click on the stone pathways of the mountains. They were only small, nothing like that jagged edges of the Red Mountains that reached up toward the sky. But they were big enough to house many of Tortuga's inhabitants and their Salt Mines. Though it was one man in particular that the Captain sought out.

”Kieran, come 'ere,” The man rumbled, heavy set paws stopping outside of the golden boy's den. While Kieran took the time to emerge from his den, the Captain twisted around to look over toward the horizon; a deep unrest curdling low in his belly. Things would have to change, the weak points of his reign bleeding out to him.

The lumbering brute motioned for Kieran to join him at the edge of the cliff, his tongue swiping against his maw. ”Watchmen are reportin' bodies fleein' like fucking rats when the winds were whirlin'. Yuri is collectin' a body count, getting' numbers for who's left of us. M'cuttin' out the slack 'round here. We have no Keeper, an' 3 litters. I'll be takin' up t'job til we get someone else.” He'd rattle, the undercurrent of a growl rumbling in his chest. It was an inconvenience, an annoyance but he would deal with it the way he had to. He wanted to grow his inner circle, have wolves at his disposal who he could trust.

”While I'm gone, we'll be needin' a new Scoundrel an' Wench. Yer one of me good slavers. Ya want the job? It'll be a trial run. Ye do yer job right an ye keep it as one of me Officers. Otherwise...” The man trailed off, flashing a sharks grin at the slimmer blond next to him.

Don't fuck up or I'll fuck you up.