Treasure Trove
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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sunny; 357 words

Of course Imacai found himself out and wandering. He was quite curious and nosy by nature. That meant he spent a lot of time exploring. And of course he certainly didn't mind meeting new people. Especially if they had little trinkets that he could get him hands upon. That was certainly something that would prove interesting and enjoyable, to him at the very least. He had learned his pick pocketing ways in Barbados when he had to find things to barter his way onto the ship. Well, that proved to be quite the difficult habit to break. Now when he saw something that he just had have then well, he took it. It was as simple as that to him. And he had grown quite accomplished with it. He had easily slipped through the busy port in Barbados and among the crowds that gathered there. He was able to slip away with the belongings of others before they ever realized that they were missing anything. By the time that time came Imacai had already left the area with all of his found items.

Well he was again looking for such found items. It was proving to be difficult to find such things here. This place had no port and wasn't anywhere near as busy here as to what he was used to. Certainly would be nice if it was though. How long had it been since his last treasure haul? He could hardly remember since it had been that. He hadn't had anything as good as he'd had in Barbados. But maybe he just wasn't looking in the right spots.

When he spotted an island he ended up swimming out to explore it. Where he had come from before journeying to the North had been an island and it had been bustling and busy. It had been filled with treasures just waiting to be taken. He was hoping this island he had spotted would prove a worthy spot to investigate. Of course when he got there the bustle that he was hoping for wasn't there. Still, he had swam out so he might as well explore anyways.

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occgoodnessss

Silyva had been out here since daybreak. Her and Rina swam all the way out to this smallish island. In hopes to dig up some shiny treasure. So far all she could notices it shells. Pretty ones thou. Picking up the ones she thought would tade for somethi good, she stuffed them into a smaller pouch on her bag. Her plan was to scout out the beach first. Walk a good few hours up and down large sections to make sure she checked everything. The she would make her way inot the more dense area and do the same. Walking around on her two legs, she kept a good eye on the ground. Not wanting to miss anything. Her little Marten searched as well, knowing if she found domething worthy it would go into another pouch just for her. Then when they went to town, she was able to trade her tings for what ever she wanted. while Silyva pick up the things she needed most. Better blankes, more weed, wine, more pillow fluff, and snacks for Rina, small things like that they needed. Maybe she's get a new cloak this time. Taking a look down towards her worn out one. It had small holes in the and a few shreads as well. Maybe it would last a bit longer. She tought about the last time she went into town. Oh how she hated annoying traders. Always wanting to by her jewls and jewlery that was attached to her body. There was no way she would ever trade what her mother gave her. Stopping by some drift wood, she took a seat. Looking at the only things she had left of her family, she smiled. All of her bands were still in good shape. The gold still intact with its blue jewls still in place. Her belly charm was a little dirty but what could she expect, she needed a good bath. Even though she just swam across some ocean, climing back onto the bank and caused some sand to stick to her wet fur.





Her good time in memory lane was interupetd when Rina came up to her with a clam looking thing in her jaws. "Silly girl. That is only a crature who lives in a sea.." She grinned at the Marten, giggling a bit. Even thou she had told the animal that it was worthless Rina kept on squeeking at her. "Rina please..." She groumbled. "It's worthless. Im sorry. Her look I'll help you find something better.." Standing up to go search, Rina jumped in her way screaching at her. The little one crawled up Silyva and snatched the ocean clam thing out of her claws. Jumping onto the log, she pittled with the thing. Trying to get it open? "Here let me help you, you brat." Taking the stupid thing from Rina she opeaned ready to tell the animal once again that it was worthless. But she happend to be wrong.





"Well I'll be.." She mumbles to herself. The was a shiny white pearl. How the hell did the clam get it? Pearing down to her pet she gave a big toothy smile. "Well good job my love! Im sorry I doubted you, will you forgive me?" Picking up the Marten she gave it a hug and tiny kiss on the top of the head. The small one sqeeked somethig happy sounding then bounded off to find something else shiny.





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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sunny; 357 words

Sadly there was no commerce and such like that in this place. One would have to travel away from Canada and back down into Maine where the port was to be able to find traders to haggle with. One would be unable to find a trader with their stall set up in this place. There wasn't a gathering spot for anything of that. It would just be luck to find someone with something that you wanted and was willing to trade whatever you had for it in the area of 'Souls. Everything else was just found items that were collected. At least this is what Imacai was learning in his short time here. It really made him miss Barbados. There were more around. In this place everyone just seemed to be spread too far out for his liking.

Imacai moved through the shroud of fog for things on interest. He caught the sound of a voice within the fog. "Duppy?" He'd already had a run in similar to this on another island. Noises and voices that seemed to be displaced. Did the duppies slide from one island to another? After all he had heard stores of them on the island of Barbados as well. It was where he first learned tale of them. It was beginning to seem like all island had duppies. Or at least unexplained noises and events that would lead one to believe that the duppies were present and existed.

He kept on walking until a form broke through the fog. No, not a duppy but an actual being. He dropped to his hands and knees and continue forwards to crawl up behind the other. "Mornin'. How you?" He spoke up before making to sniff at the woman's behind. Female, wolf, around his age are the things he gathered from just the scent alone. "Imacai." He introduced himself, remaining on his hands and knees though he had turned around so that the female could get to his rear and sniff at him in return. He had even made sure his tail was out of the way so that he could get the full sample.

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occgoodnessss




Silyva and Rina continued their treasure seach. Rina one one side of the beach and she on the other. They kept making their way up and down, trying to find some more pearl holding clams or nice trinkets. Yet, they had found nothing so far. She was starting to lose hope, Rina kept bring her many clams to opean but they were sadly empty. Silyva was getting tired of looking on an empty beach. No one to talk to, nothing to find. It was kind of getting boring.





Silyva started to day dream like she always ended up doing when she was bored. She imagened find the best treasure in the whole world. Which was.. well.. That day dream ended quick because she didn't know what the best would be. Maybe a lot of gold? Silver? Huge jewls, maybe dimonds? She couldn't decide. Finally moving away from that dream she began to think about something else.. What if she had all the treasure in the world?! She could finally settle down. Well she would have to settle down. There was no way she could take it with her everywhere she went. Yes, she would have she self a huge house that could hold all her things. But then she would have to hire someone to watch over all her stuff. Theifs would try to take it all.. Damn theives.





She was yanked out of her own little world when Rina came running up to her, the clawing her way up Silyva's body, curling around her neck. "Good Goddess Rina whats wrong! Gezzzz" Reaching up to calm her Marten, she caught a wiff of what was wrong. A male wolf. Turning to see him walking towards her, she stood her ground. He greeted her and she greeted back. "Morning to you too, Im fine thank you. How are you?" But he did the weirdest thing that about freaked her out, He walked right on up to her and sniffed her tushie then turned to let her sniff his. She took a step back, refusing to put her nose anywhere near his butt. She liked doing things the old way, but not that old. "Uhhh, no thanks. Im Silyva and this is my Marten Rina." Nodding towards her pet.



This wolf was way strange. And how did he get over to this island. For what reason she wondered.


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