... a sealskin sat on the floor of your boat. it was identical to the pelt of the seal you noticed would follow you from the dock whenever you went on your boat.

you took the pelt home, assuming it meant your little seal buddy had died. it was a nice memento, and it was rather soft. it'd made a nice throw blanket for the colder days.

a knock at your door startles you...

"hello! you have my pelt." greets a small skeleton monster, smiling a little too wide. "i belong to you!"