dead men tell no tales

Dagrún continued to pull out an odd assortment of items including a mop. She seized the middle of the handle in her jaws and pranced across the deck toward Ysmir before dropping it down on the deck. "What kind of weapon do you think this is? Doesn't seem very effective." She picked it up again and began to swing it around, eventually hitting a strange wooden wheel that began to spin. Well, that sure looked interesting. She dropped the mop and stood up on her hind legs, her front paws balancing on the wheel. It moved and shifted under her as she leaned from side to side and she was pretty sure it was meant to do something, she just wasn't sure what.