"Yew stay 'ere, don't leave 'less yew need help," Cannon was saying, scratching his long black beard.

"Got it," Kipp replies, offering a boy-ish smile. Cannon and the other pirates grab trunks of treasure, sacks of gold, and other precious riches and start down the plank into the Applean Gulf. The Gulf was very swampy and foggy, a bit eerie with the dark, twisting trees and low-visibility water.

Kipp sits down on the edge of the ship, waiting. He hated that he was tasked with such a mundane job, but whatever it took to keep Cannon happy, he supposes.