Suravel Ndima growled nonsensical threats to the general air and area as she frantically dug her tenth hole in the area she KNEW she had a batch of fremented fruit waiting to be taken back to her den. She KNEW it. So where was it? How could a stash that big go missing. By Blackbeard's mustache, she even remembered to grab the biggest net she had made and to bring another newer contraption she and her apprentice Dru had made because of the distance between the stash and her den. She was practically in the rogue lands!
Maybe she was in the rogue lands, but that shouldn't have mattered! Ndima was always so careful when she was depositing her batches of fruit to ferment. No reason to encourage thieves by leaving messy scent trails and marking where she was stashing her treasures when she needed to retrieve them not come up missing them. Just like she was missing this one.
Ndima stopped digging rather suddenly. It was missing. There was no way around it. It was taken. And the thieves. They stole from a pirate. Suravel Ndima may hold the ranking of a Corsair. But she had CHOSEN that rank because she loved her fruit and serving her brew to others. She just as easily could have been a private brewer and decided to be a crew member. And now she was going to be vicious. Blackbeard would be proud of what she did to those thieves that had taken from her.
But first she had to FIND them. Ndima put her nose to the ground and circled and circled the area. She let out a howling scream of frustration when she could only smell herself. There had to be more here!