For The Good Of The Mission I Will Go!

Sparrow was keen on finding a few good hideouts for the pirate band. She started by looking at only the MOST piratey of places- islands. Pros: Islands were hard to get to and difficult to get enough food to supply a pack on. Cons: Islands were hard to get to and difficult to get enough food to supply a pack on.

Sparrow pulled herself ashore and gave herself a hearty shake to disperse any water that might try to cling to her coat. The whole island was cast in a dense mist that made it hard to tell what time of day it was. The humidity in the air was palpable and Sparrow assumed that no matter how long she stayed here, her coat would never fully dry. She could see herself getting sick, damp for as long as her days were short as her lungs filled to the brim with the fine water droplets, unable to get enough oxygen to sustain her.

Yeah- no there were better islands.

Sparrow would have turned around and left there if she had not seen a figure clinging closely to the side of the rocky ridge that loomed ahead. Sparrow's curiosity got the better of her and she ran up until she could make out that the figure was a wolf. Not wanting to step on any toes, Sparrow hustled to climb a little ways up, then called out, "Hey! Uh, are you stuck? Do you need help?"