Sometimes, You Just Gotta Make A Net

He cocked his head as he listened to his brother explain what he was doing. Or at least, what he was trying to do. He had to admit, he admired his brother for attempting what seemed to be a difficult task. After all, as far as he was aware, none of the pirates had paws quite like his. His toes were different, easily able to grasp things that normal paws couldn't. At least, that's what his dad said. He often compared his paws to the others in silence, wondering if there was something wrong with him. He supposed that even if there was, his dexterous paws sure allowed him to do things others had trouble doing without help. He looked to see what his brother had already accomplished, storing away what he was looking at for future use. "I can help you, I'll start on this side. That way we can finish faster so we can see what we catch!" He exclaimed as he picked up the other side of the rope. He took another peek at what Aresenn had already done, and carefully got to work. His finger-like paws looped the rope and tied it off, crossing here and there as he tried to make the holes small enough to prevent the tidepool creatures from slipping through.