They were making the preparations of a raid. They were headed to Auster for sure. She needed to whip her sins into shape if they stood any chance of winning. Though, if they lost then it would at least be good to show them what happens when they aren't absolute beefcakes. Sparrow figured she'd give them one more chance to work out before they set sail for the far castles and mansions of the Auster packs. She called any pirates that might be around, Friar and Pongalo waiting with their best mean faces on. Friar had found a particularly pointy stick that he wanted to chase some wolf around with. IT was time for torture training!

Sunder was on the scene in a flash. He was ready for this. Since becoming an official pirate he had spent his days honing his navigation skills. His goal was to be quick, nimble and silent; the perfect scout for their raiding party. He would fight, of course, like any good pirate, but that wasn't his wheelhouse. That wasn't to say he wasn't working on his fighting skill, because he was, it just wasn't his main focus. He slid to a stop in front of Sparrow and her companions, and regarded them all brightly in turn before focusing his attention on the pointy stick. "Beautiful day fo a beating," he joked with a laugh. No really, that's not why that thing was here, was it? Maybe he'd get to show off how quick he could move if properly motivated... ""