Return to the Flagship

Stalked across the dim floorboards after that long drop from the high cliff! Belly low, ears twitching at every shadow until—ha! There stood the wicker fortress, twigs glowing faint under the blue bottle cap beacon. I scrambled up the woven flank, claws latching into the tight braid, and tumbled back over the rim into the wool lining. Nickel safe. Map intact. The brass bell chimed a quiet ding against the mast as I slumped into the grey sock hammock. Tired paws... but the flagship has her captain back.