A/N 'Ello! Didja like the last chapter? I ended it abruptly, I know, but ALL my chapters end up hastily. Some time or another.

I bought more rocks at Silver Dollar City. A little bottle of moonstone, a little bottle of blue topaz, two shards of blue and purple agate, and a hematite necklace. I love them all. Ok, ignore all this stuff and read the chapter.

(Begin Chapter Two)

Ranguvar arrived at camp, her wounds sore and bleeding sluggishly. She stumbled into the village, the other squirrels looking at her with questions hovering on their lips. But it was obvious that they choose not to speak.

Sagueris spotted the injured ebon squirrel, and sped to her, his swiftness defying his age. He pawed at a gash on her shoulder, shining through her black fur. "My daughter, you truly didn't-"

Ranguvar retorted, "I slew the most of that seagull flock, and I will find the rest, injuries or not!" She stamped off towards her drey.

Sagueris almost followed, then hung back. He looked at his paw, shimmering crimson. He looked at the warrior squirrel who was walking home. Staring up at the sky, he asked, "The warrior inside will let loose soon, and when it does, I would not like to own the foe's paws!"

(The next morning)

Ranguvar awoke, her wounds burning. She lay in her nest of leaves and twigs, dry blood crusting at her cuts and bruises that faded into a light purple and yellow. The nest was in a high tree the had three wide branches that spread out evenly. It supported Ranguvar and her little sister easily.

A soft tapping at the warrior squirrel's footpaws stirred her, and she looked down, curling her neck.

Sieka was there, rapping at her older sister's paws with her tiny ones. "C'mn, Rang, c'mn!"

Ranguvar shook her sister off with gentleness in her movements. "What is it, Sieka?"

Sieka rolled onto the middle branch, giggling. "Saguer wanted you at d'shore, Rang!"

Ranguvar rolled over and stuck her head in the sweet smelling leaves and sticks that served as a mattress. "I'm coming, Sieka. Go to eat breakfast with Fiera and her parents."

Sieka bounded skillfully out of the tree with natural agility. Ranguvar looked at her for a minute, then vaulted out of her drey after her.

(Later)

Ranguvar came to the shore, her scars smarting less as she walked more. Sagueris was there, and welcomed her with open paws.

"Ah, Ranguvar, I sent Sieka to wake you. You see, I spotted a ship earlier, but thought it was an honest merchant trader, so I let it pass without warning you."

Ranguvar mulled over this, saying her thoughts aloud. "Well, it could just be what you said, an honest merchant trader. But it could also be a stolen ship with Sea Rouges on it!"

Sagueris nodded. "Yes, I thought that too. What do you think we should do?"

Ranguvar quickly answered, "Stay out of view, and watch the beaches, both of them!"

(Aboard the ship Seajaw)

Sliceclaw Scarkisk the ferret ruled the ship Seajaw, and was a cruel and dishonest beast. His light gray fur and striped claws were his trademarks, as was his whip with a nearly weightless blade on the tip. Sliceclaw's clothes were that of a true corsair- tattered rags with many patches. Sliceclaw was covered in tattoos and had five earrings, three on one ear and two on the other.

The ferret stared out to sea, the breezes whipping his face. Glaring down at the side of the ship from where he stood, he grimaced. His Sea Rouges had not been able to scrap off the name off the ship that its original owners had painted on, nor the paint that made the ship look like it was a mercantile vessel. Once they reached the island, they would find some rocks and scrub off the paint and make it look like a real corsair craft. He thought he had seen movement on the island, and smoke from fires. He could take them prisoners, and make them oarslaves. Any oarslaves is better then rowing yourself, he thought. They would row until they were weak and would die. That is, after they managed to put in oarports. He did only have a score of crewmates because so many were lost in the sinking of his other ship.

"Ahoy, Cap'n! We're nearing land, wot now?" A lean rat with a patch over his eye waved for the captain's attention.

Sliceclaw nodded thoughtfully. "Well then, Scobs, git down onto deck and take 'er bow east."

Scobs descended from the crow's nest, and took the wheel. Spinning it bow east, he called up to the ferret on second deck, "That good, Cap'n?"

Sliceclaw nodded, still staring at the island. "Aye, Scobs. Keep 'er there, tie it with the rope there, and alert the rest of the crew."

The rat did as he was bid.

(Later on the Seajaw)

Sliceclaw's crew lined up, vermin all. Stoats, foxes, ferrets, rats, and weasels all dressed in Sea Rouge gear and armed with cutlasses, daggers, whips, swords, knives, strangling nooses, hooks, and more. Tattooed, scarred, and grim faced, they were true Sea Rouges.

Sliceclaw patrolled the deck, observing them with keen, dark eyes. Pointing at a stoat armed with two swords, her asked swiftly, "When do we attack, Grukle?"

Grukle replied, "Near 'igh noon, Cap'n, when youse said so!"

Sliceclaw patted the stoat, "Aye, mates, 'igh noon, when everybeast on that island ain't ready!"

Grukle grinned, showing yellowed teeth. "Aye, Cap'n!"

(End Chapter Two)

A/N Ohh, pretty topaz... Oops! Right, the author's note.

This is probably going to be a four chapter story. I might need to refer to the book for information, but guess what, I left it at home, miles away. Ah well, I can try to remember it. Please review!