Suru and his shipmates had foraged and found a good amount of birds, fruit, roots and vegetables. Suru leaned back from his fire, chewing on a piece of roast trout. "Ah! Nothing like roast trout to put the sea in your mouth, eh, me hearties?"
A short-tailed rat named Cuttail looked up from his cooking woodpigeon. "Aye, Cap'n. Why ain't we staying 'ere the rest of us days? It's a good spot wid vittles and water. Plunder don't bother me now, I likes this place!"
A stoat by the name of Seaskin, glaced at Cuttail, who's tail had been chopped off by a skillful fox. " 'avent yew 'eard? The Cap'n been here afore, and there's more plunder at Redwall Abbey then anywheres!"
Cuttail, who was gnawing on the hot pigeon, grinned. "I've heard o that place. Magic swords, booty and the best food anywheres! It'll be a like slaying a blade of grass to conquer that place!"