I wash my hands of this weirdness...

The day rose high as shadows cast across the warm ground. Spring had arrived, chasing away the chilly cold of winter. A smile arose on the rugged mans lips as he stared across the land. Paws itching for another adventure. Shifting the make shift pack on his back, he followed a trail down towards an expanse of rocky outcroppings. He had just finished another successful "hunt." Yes, a good day it had been for him. He'd go on another raid soon enough, just after he dropped off his new belongings in his hidden hole. He had been on Tortuga territory for a while now, biding his time till he would one day be the Pirate Lord.

The brown and russet colored man stopped among a shelter of jutted out rocks and hanging vines. He entered it, closing his hiding spot from prying eyes by replacing the vines to screen it from outside view.