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Dagger Hunt.

An annoyed growl penetrated the quiet afternoon.

Well, quiet by the pirate crew's standards anyway. It was getting rather cloudy and the winder were picking up; The crew were getting to work with fixing the broken weapons. The newest additions to their posse, the soft-hearted land lubbers, were stuck with the measly task of the cleaning up. They didn't protest, but the indignant looks on the Elk, Bat and Armadillo had been too funny for words.

But Squint was far beyond angry and thus far away from amusement. Reasons being, he couldn't find his dagger anywhere.

The fair-furred doe he loved picking on so much had finally got the guts to get him back, and he would never admit it to himself that this little plan of hers had kept him busy and refrained him from bothering her all morning and into the afternoon. He snarled to himself and kicked a perfectly innocent sharp of ice off the ship.

He was fuming so much he could have melted right through the ice on which he stood.

"I'm so gonna get her for this!" He growled darkly to himself. Little did he know that, positioned a little away from him and peeing from around the mast, was the exact person he was talking about.

Clementine had to admit, in probably the most mean-spirited thing she'd ever done in her timid healer life, that this little fiasco had been quiet funny in the beginning. Now she was a little wary about this crazy buck. He doubted he'd physically harm her, what with Argeth...and she didn't really think of him to be that kind of rabbit despite being nuts beyond all measure.

But he was planning something equally mean, she knew it. Or at least he was going to, as she watched him storm around the ship in search of his dagger. She'd probably have to give it back, unless he found it eventually...

"Ya hid his dagger, Clemmy?"

A urgent whisper was heard from beside her. Frowning, Clementine turned her head to find Maut sitting comfortably on her shoulder, clawed paws behind her head in a relaxed fashion.

Clementine shrugged off handedly, though a small smile made its way onto her face.

"Yes I did." She replied plainly. Maut burst into hysterics in reply, slapping her knee at the humor of it all.

"Aw, man, he looks so ticked!" she announced, "And his nose!"

Clementine couldn't help but giggle quietly. His nose did look really funny when he was furious...

Maut continued her frenzied laughing until she apparently spotted something behind them. She gave a loud, squawk-like gasp, her mouth gaping as wide as the sea, her blue eyes in no better state. Clementine frowned at this and turned around. And regretted it instantly.

Squint was looming over them both with fury-filled malice. Clementine cringed and grimaced; Maut gulped loudly.

"H-hey there, buck. How's it goin?" The bat asked shakily, forcing a smile. Clementine bit her lip, racking her mind for a way out of this one.

"Alight, Girlie!" Squint barked, ignoring Maut's comment and moving forward. Clementine stepped back, a scowl forming on her face. "Tell me where my dagger is, or else!"

Maut decided to answer for her. And she did so before Clementine could even think about stopping her.

"She ain't gonna tell ya. Go find it yourself, ya noodle!"

Squint's ears snapped up in frustration, his crooked eye twitched dangerously along with his nose. Clementine giggled, slapping her paws over her mouth.

"Your nose is so funny!" She said before she could stop herself. Squint's eyes widened for a bit, only to narrow dangerously. Clem offered an anxious smile.

"It really can't be that hard to find, Squint..." She murmured, though she was walking backwards to avoid him and he growled, coming closer. Her arms raised to emphasis her words, her eyes looking to the side as she went on, "I mean, I didn't even hide it well..."

Squint gave her an almost murderous look. She stared back mutely, her eyes narrowing. To late to go back now, really.

"I'm still not telling you. Your not scaring me into doing so, Squint."

She kept her tone even and firm, fists clenched. Squint blinked, momentarily surprised.

"Really? Huh." Then, his scowl returned. Clementine returned the glower. Nearby, Maut watched with amazed awe, still frozen in her wide-eyed, open mouth state. The badger-for-a-flag who enjoyed some of her gossip approached, frowning quizzically at the stand-off between the two rabbits, but was distracted by the bat. He poked her quickly, finding that she merely tipped to the side a little before falling back into place like an ice sculpture. His eyes widened considerably.

"Okay." Squint snarled darkly, flexing his fingers and lowering his ears. "I'm gonna give ya one last chance to tell me where it is."

Clementine's ears, in contrast, lifted from their floppy position and stood up straight. They both leaned in, eye contact never breaking.

"Or else?"

Gutpa and Maut watched with apprehension; Both of them in a shell-shocked state now.

Squint allowed a smirk. "I'll just slice one your dumb friends to bits."

Clementine had to admit he had her there. He wouldn't hurt a female, so he instead threatened her friends. And despite herself she was a little hurt that he'd do such a thing. Then again, he was a pirate.

Her eyes widened in alarm and her brown irises flickered around a little, something he caught with growing menace. Maut and Gutpa gasped at the sidelines, the badger going on to whistle in slight surprise.

He cackled meanly as Clementine tried to figure a way out of this. Maybe she should just hit him again...but then he'd do it anyway.

She knew what to do.

She took a deep, long breath and was about to yell for a certain armadillo when something, or rather someone resembling a giant bag of pudding, yelled:

"Heeeey, I found Squint's dagger! What was it doing under the fruit?"

Squint looked shell-shocked for a moment upon hearing this and looking to the side at Flynn, who held his prized dagger in hand. Clementine took this moment to speed away.

"Phew..." She murmured. Squint looked back and, finding her gone, grumbled to himself. He probably would've enjoyed threatening her more...but it seemed he'd rather retrieve his dagger from the very convent Flynn.

Well, it was fun while it lasted...yet she couldn't help but giggle at the buck's happy look as he snatched his dagger back from Flynn, who didn't seem to mind at all.

But she wouldn't be talking to Squint in a friendly manner for a long time. Whatever friendliness was between them to begin with, anyway...

Aaaand Flynn saves the day.

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