*Fennec*
The Flowers manage a sail to India without taking a single ship on the way; we do so merely to prove that their captains would have no problem grappling with monsoon winds. But since we are there, we wandered around until Fenrir decided that the Sicilian Lunas, whom he had known… intimately… would fall in love with gilded birdcages; he filled the hold with them. I discovered a passion for a flavoring called curry, so I fill all the birdcages with packages of turmeric and cumin.
On the way home, a pirate crew is ignorant enough to try to take us down, so we sink that ship, drop off the men on an inhabited island… as is our custom… and sail on, a pile of emeralds in a corner of Fenrir’s cabin revealing that the Flowers are not the first boats those particular ill-fated pirates had
