
"It doesn't matter if I'm an otter, I don't like getting saltwater on my fur" I say to the harbormaster. I'd been searching for a charter for over an hour now and the one eyed leopard that runs this place isn't responding well to my pestering. What's he even doing here, I thought cats hated water.
Another hour passes before the next ship finally arrives. The crew carries barrel upon barrel of fish onto the docks to a small crowd of merchants. The smell is tantalizing but I must resist, I'm here for a purpose.
The captain is some brand of fluffy canine, easily twice my height (to be fair, that's not much of an accomplishment to an otter). It took some charm and more gold than I spend in a year, but I finally managed to secure a ride east across the great sea. By this time tomorrow I'll be seabound.
Category Music / Fantasy
Species Otter
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 4.24 MB
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