Fink knew everybody on the island; that’s just how it went! He wasn’t the type to mingle with the crowd, but he used that to his advantage to observe and calculate. He knew where everyone’s dens were, he knew where all the prime food sources were, and he sure as heck knew when something was up!

So, of course, he was aware that a boat had washed up on shore, broken and seemingly deserted. He decided to investigate.

Padding silently over, he smelled the air. Nothing seemed dangerous, but he couldn’t be sure. He took a few careful steps over, then a sound suddenly rang out from within, sending him scampering toward a rock to hide behind. After a brief moment of hyping himself back up, he slid out from behind it, stalking closer to the wreck once more.

“Helloooo? Anyone in there?” he called out, jumping carefully onto the deck.