Buried Treasure

The man looked at her, clearly impressed, and Sparrow beamed. Damn right he should be impressed. She wasn't some empty-headed dream girl, she was a BEEFY empty-headed dream girl! He commented on her points and she flexed them out a few times like flipping a switchblade. He then explained he didn't know who stole his stuff. Sparrow hummed thoughtfully before he slapped a paw on the ground, bringing Sparrow's attention (and ego) back down to earth.

It was time to make new memories, huh? He asked what he needed to do to be in her future and a wicked smile arose on her maw, "Well, you just gotta learn to hold your own cause some of this fun mght be raiding and looting and drinking a lot. You ever been to a party where booze outnumbers the wolves 3 to 1? Well, if you have, you shouldn't remember it- if you do, you were doing it all wrong and I'll have to teach you the proper way to party." She turned to him, lopsided smile on full display, "Whaddya say, Daybreak? Follow good ol' Captain Sparrow in the pirate band in exchange for some good memories"