Pirates Plunder

Artisan had been sleeping in the fancy new pirate ship Sparrow had found for them when the call rang out to gather. Not the type to keep his packmates waiting, the colorful man stood with a stretch of his limbs and sauntered down off the deck and into the cavern from where the summons came.

Ooh, booze! While he waited for the rest of the packmates to arrive, Artisan scooched closer and closer to where Sparrow and her alcohol stood - eyeing the Pirate King with a very clear question in his eyes, paw slowly extending across the ground towards one bottle. If she didn't want him to have any yet, surely Sparrow would say something, right? He'd take her silence as acceptance, continuing to glide his butt stealthily across the cave ground until he could get close enough to take a sip of the booze that awaited him.

"Speech"