Back to Back Party

Calico Jack saunters along the black beach of his home, heading for the party that his mother had set up with a certain swagger in his steps. The moment he had cut his teeth in a raid, the patchwork pup had known that that is where he belonged. Adrenaline had sung through his veins and the wounds he received only added to the thrill of it all. It had been chaos, pure and simple and Calico had enjoyed every blessed minute of it. His first official raid had been the season before, when the other set of pups had turned one but he was already for another one.

With a huge, shit-eating grin is on his lips as he enters the area set aside for the party, noting that he is the first to arrive. Shooting Friar, a wink he stops to watchthe Capuchin monkey for a moment as he plays on his stage. Turning, the calico boy then makes his way to where the alcohol bottles are and grabs one before moving to claim a spot near the fire. Settling in, Calico Jack deftly uncorks his bottle and raises the bottle to where his mother stands, bowing his head in respect as he silently says, ‘this one’s for you’.

Lowering his bottle, he casts his gaze around waiting for others to appear before he begins to drink since drinking is more fun with friends… everyone knows that.


"Calico Jack"