Captain MottlePaw looked out at her crew. She noticed Patchy was acting strangely since Ghostly died. Even before then, even.

"What's wrong with thou, Patchy?" MottlePaw demanded. She stepped forwards as Patchy stepped back, the sand between them was moist from the ocean. The other crew members watched as this went down.

Patchy's fur bristled. Despite the tom being scared, MottlePaw could tell he wasn't going to back down without a fight. "Nought! I just wot what happens, and I care not for the way you-" "Whatever Winter told thou ere his perpetual wink is not of importance. He's aye been delusional, and everyone knows it." MottlePaw interrupted.

Patchy snarled. "Do not mention his name like that! Winter's aye known what was going to befall, and thou wot it! Thou've seen his true form, thou wot!" Patchy was pushed into the water. MottlePaw was not going to deal with this annoying cat much longer. 

"Let this be a lesson to all of thou. I do not tolerate as much talking back as what Ghostly didst. That fool was ne'r fit to be captain." MottlePaw hissed. Patchy's eyes widened as MottlePaw pushed Patchy further into the water.

Patchy's fur bristled as MottlePaw tackled him, pushing his head beneath the water. She held it there for many minutes, then walked away from the corpse, heading into the town as the others just stared. She could tell the crew would be unhappy, but MottlePaw also knew that she'd be taken more seriously now.

She hated having done it, but it needed to be done. If she didn't do it, then no one would listen to her.

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