What shiny things do we have here?

There are so many places that the young Calico Jack has yet to explore and the boy takes every opportunity he can to find new lands. Today, the place that butts up against the Battlefield is his target and it does not disappoint. Icy blue eyes scan the hulking metal shapes that lay in various stages of being swallowed by the earth; rust marring many of them. As he wanders the land, clouds drift across the sun, blocking most of its rays. It peeks out every now and again but the overcast day does little to dampen his enthusiasm.

However, as he goes, the patchwork-hued wolf believes he is alone. So, when a small voice squeals from somewhere close by, Jack nearly topples over from the sudden fright. Heart thunders in his chest as he rounds on the voice, light paws carrying him toward the stranger. Ready for a fight, he finds, to his amusement, a small pup, happily digging up one of the metal pieces that juts from the ground. Body relaxes and, with hint of laughter in his voice, the boy calls out, “Careful. A lot of things here, have sharp points. Don’t go hurting yourself.” Eyebrows lift in quiet assessment as he watches the pup work.


"Calico Jack"