What shiny things do we have here?

As the pup startles, leaping straight up into the air, her fur standing on end (not much unlike a cat), the girl spins to face him with a snarl on her lips. Brows lift as she speaks, her words causing a laugh to bubble up in his throat that the boy fights hard to smother. Finally, she goes back to digging up the rusted round chunk of metal and Calico Jack snorts the remainder of the laughter out through his nose. Boldly, Calico moves toward the pup, easily saying, “Whoa now, Tiger. I didn’t mean to offend you. But you should be careful around here. That isn’t the only cool thing here.”

Stopping near the girl, he lifts a paw to gently tap one of her small shoulders before directing her attention to a spot not too far away. Several more of the objects she is currently digging up lay scattered around the clearing along with a few swords that either stick up from the ground or lay shattered across its face. A tall wooden pole sticks up from the ground, a cloth sun-bleached and barely hanging on, flutters lazily with gust of the breeze. Softly he says, “That is why you should be carefully.” One paw points to the sword, the dulled edge still able to cut and injure unsuspecting pups.


"Calico Jack"