"Ohhh!" A ermine voice moaned out. "I hate the seas… Why did sneak on ta the ship?" The whiner keeled over the side of the small dingy, dry heaving. The unfortunate creature was Prattel Hafter.
The stoat wanted adventure and he got it: By being thrown over board as a stowaway. He had drifted for days on end with barely any food or water.
Hours later he was face up singing an unidentifiable song loud and slurred. He had hit an Island, but he hadn't known it yet. As he continued his song it attracted gulls and pelicans, both wondering what was going on. Prattel grabbed his little travel sack and traveled to the end of the ship and said, "Ga' bye cruel world!" And face planted on the sand.
OOC: Ask either Deyna or me to join.