It's a meeting and also time to meet the pups, but I couldn't think of a title.

As the call rang out to gather Artisan wasted no time placing down his craft and trotting happily across the beach toward the mouth of the cavern. Many had beaten him to the meeting but it didn't bother the easy-going Aracari man in the slightest - he wasn't late, and he'd arrived before his brother. Surely in comparison to Hya he was the golden boy pirate and hopefully, due for a promotion! (Especially after swiping that bastards eartip right off his head during the chaotic trespass.)

Sweeping his gaze across the many, many puppies, Artisan found himself a spot away from the majority of them where he was in no danger of being nibbled or drooled on. This age was... well, boring and a little gross. When they got a bit bigger he'd be the best pirate uncle that had ever lived, but until they were old enough to share a brew with he simply did not know how to interact with them. The leashes wrapped around each pup had been a brilliant idea, as far as Artisan was concerned. Had Sparrow stolen that idea from him??


"Speech"