basil brush aint got nothin on me

The days are much of the same for Calico Jack. Eat, sleep, explore and repeat. It is nice, calm, and completely boring. The patchwork pup lays in the black sand, basking in the warm afternoon rays of the sun when the sound of splashing pulls the small pup’s attention away from the gull that he has been tracking. Head swings over to catch sight of the cavern, ears high as he listens to the laughter and splashing.

Quickly, the pup wiggles and squirms until he is on his belly and, from there, he swiftly stands. Granules of the black sand stick to his the pristine white of his coat and Jack quickly gives his coat a hard shake, sending them flying every which way. Calico takes a moment to allow the sudden wave of dizziness to pass before turning to face the cavern.

Bounding toward the ruckus, Calico spies his orange, fox-like brother splashing around without a care in the world. Eyebrows lift and a mischievous grin plays across the pup’s dark lips as plan takes form in his mind. Crouching low, Calico Jack begins to stalk his brother, silently moving until he is behind his brother.

As Ajax pauses in his fun, Calico launches his small form forward, aiming to tackle his brother and send them both tumbling through the shallow pools. Great peals of laughter ring through the cavern, following Jack as he charges his brother.


"Calico Jack"