⊰⊰֍⊱⊱ She had taken to her sea-paws like a fish to water, finding her way about the ship and away from the eyes and out from under the feet of the crew. They were pirates after all, and trying to put her little spine under their heels would make little difference to them. She felt the Mark on her paw flit to life as he used her power to move about the ship, most of the crew asleep or moving about in a sparse manner.
In a wisp of Void and light, the small, cream rat sat herself on the deck and looked about, her whiskers dancing as her nose sniffed and snuffled the damp salt-air. Nothing else, barely anything human, but there was an electricity to the air—perhaps a storm was moving in….
Rat vanished and appeared again in a small puff of odd color of ink and violets, however this time she toted a strange charm of white with one end closed a small metal band and ring to keep it close. The bones of something that had perhaps died in the underbelly of the ship. Rat knew not but only that they sang sweetly of what power they could bring; of strong winds in sails and luck-strewn waters. Rat had thought it a good gift in exchange for the prize she had her eyes on; a ring.
She left them frequently: bonecharms in exchange for bits of gold, silver, or brass. Wood even. Things that caught her fancy.
With a small bit of struggle Rat maneuvered both herself and the charm under the doorway to what she could only assume was a captain’s room…. Office? Quarters? Who knew, but it held some of the prettier and more interesting things on the ship. Her paws skittered on the wood as she bound over to the large table excitedly. The ring she had seen on one of the men—a bear on a stone or some such. But it had looked unique. It had caught her eye, and she wanted it.