There's gold to be taken, we'll bathe in it when we mutiny!

Rip hadn't been far behind Gilda, not that he was taking the task nearly so seriously as she did, he was just out stretching his legs. With the sky all weird and Grandma freeakin out, he had stuck relatively close to home. When his mum called though, well, well he figured he better pay attention.

Coming up on the gathering he spotted his dad and sister, racing across those gathered to tackle into Mercy, jaws opened wide for a friendly sibling spar. If his dad didn't knock him around to pull him into line he'd gnaw on whatever part of his sister he could reach. Meetings were boring, and he could listen while he rough-housed just fine, right?

"speech"