A Storm of Fortune

[Taggle]

Taggle whaped the sthingy on the table, then wrapped his tail around it, swishing it around in thought. "shimp!" The mousebabe squeaked, grinning. The little mouse yawned, still waking up. "Likes shimp..."

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Likes shimp..."

"Then shrimp it is!" He said slamming down a jar of flour. He walked into the main cave part and dipped out a bucket of water from the pool in the center of the holt. He walked in and set it on the table and bent down and picked up a large mixing bowl. Several other crewbeast walked in who had kitchen duties. They each walked in and eyed the dibbun oddly before speaking with one-eye. " 'ey One-eye, Whos tha' tha' runt?" One asked. "Found 'em on tha' shore last night..."One-eye said leaning in closer to the otter. "Call him runt again and you'll find a kitchen knife stuck in yer paw..."he said in a whisper. "Yesir..." the otter gulped. "Good! Now get that Bowl dere and go get some shrimp!" One-aye said with a cheerful smile. "Yesir!" the otter saluted. The Kitchen was snow stirring with beast...which meant there was a fine chance of the rest of the holt string about too. " 'ere Matey. Mix this flour and wa'er up real good." He said pointing to the bowl.

[Taggle]

The little mouse began to stir the flour and water together in the bowl, making of a mess of it, not very used to cooking. He looked around the kitchen at the otters around him. Several had patches missing from their fur, or looked dangerous.. but friendly, maybe deep underneath. The little mouse shivered a bit and kept mixing.
Taggle squeaked as an otter turned about without paying attention, his rudder knocking Taggle off the table and to the floor, bowl with him. The little mouse began to cry, his poncho of sorts now soaked as he held his head.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Now now, stay alert little matey..." he said stepping to him and picking him up by the scruff of his neck and putting him back on the table. He inspected the little mouse and his clothes. "Baha! Looka' there! Ya look just like a kitchen beast!" he said nudging his shoulder. " Now all ya need..is..." he looked around grabbing a hand full of flour and throwing it on the dibbun head. "Bahaha! Now yer a kitchen beast!" he grabbed another handful and dropped it on top of his own head.

" 'ey One-eye the crewsa' are gettin' hungry!" A beast walked in string another mixing bowl. "Aye I know! Why don't ya stir faster den and stop jabbin yer mouth!" He said waving a sthingy at em. "Yesir, One-....'ey....whos tha' runt." the otter asked before he was belted on the the forehead. "Keep yer jabber shut dopey!"

[Taggle]

Taggle giggles a bit, continuing to stir, looking around the kitchen, idly taking a fork and hiding it in his poncho. The little mouse headtilts. "Whassa runt?" He asks, finishing stirring. He then picks up a knife and swings it around. "Me cut nows?" he asks, yawning. Taggle wriggles hsi tail, sending a bit of flour to the floor.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Whassa runt?"

One-eye tilted his head at the dibbun and smirked. "Itsa sweet crunchy food..." He said before turning to tend to another kitchen task.

"Me cut nows?" he asks

One-eye turned around. "Oi! No no. Tis too sharp!" he grabbed the knife and demonstrated holding it up to the center of his paw and cutting himself. "See?" He said looking at the dibbun before looking at his bloody paw seeing what he had just done. "Gahahaha!" he shouted tossing the knife down and bouncy about like he was on fire. Several otters laughed at the show.

*15 minutes later*
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One-eye had wrapped his paw with some bandaged and was glaring at the dibbun while mixing a bowl. "See there....Thats why...." He said looking forward at the wall still mixing the bowl.
An otter dashed in leaning on the entrance. " 'ey One-eye! Skipps Awake! I sure hope you can explain that thing to him. "The otter said gesturing to the dibbun. One-eye gulped. "Aye...thanks matey..." he said turning back to the doorway. " 'eh...I didn't ask...Whats yer name little guy?"

[Taggle]

The little mouse wilted under the otter's glare, poking his bandaged paw with his pink tail. "My name ish Taggle." He said. "Who ish da skipper?" The little mouse wrapped his tail around the sthingy playfully, playing with various objects on the table, looking up on the otter who had spoken. Taggle stared for a moment with his deep, blue eyes, brow furrowed.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Who ish da skipper?"

The otter at the door looked at the dibbun with a look of disbelief. Was this possible? A beast that didn't know who the Skipper of sea otter's was?!? "Who's tha'...Who's tha' Skipper!?! Only the Leader of the crew in the presence of! Terror of tha' sea 'e is ta' all the vermin who live de're! Saver of tha' broken hearted! Colossus of-" the otter was cut off by One-eye his balled fist came crashing to his snout. The otter gripped his nose and dropped to his knees. "Shut yer jabber! I think Tag gets tha, point...good ta' meet ya Tag..." From outside the kitchen quarters beast could be heard greeting the Skipper. "Hoi' Skip!" "Mornin' Skip!" "Fine weather 'eh skip?!"

"Skip I need to talk to Ya!" Blade said coming up from behind the Skipper and stopping him. " 'eh Skip... We had a visitor last night..."

[Taggle]

Taggle looked, then jumped off the table. The little mouse took an orange, then walked back out into the cave area, looking around, having lost interest in the kitchen. he padded over to the pool of water and poked it with his tail tentatively.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

No sooner had Blade said that, Taggle came out by the pool. Blade turned around pointed a claw at the dibbun. The Skipper turned around and saw the mousebabe. His eyes widened and walked over to him and crouched down and looked him in the eyes. The Skipper's gaze was fierce and intimidating. His right eye had a scar running down it from a blade. Down his neck and shoulders were some sort of Tribal tattoos. Strapped to his topless torso were two cutlass'. He was quite brawny too...He picked the dibbun up by the scruff of his neck. "Whos is this?!" he asked the entire holt aloud. No beast spoke up...till One-eye came out. He saw the dibbun and raised his paw in the air. "Mine sir..." he said rubbing the back of his neck.