I saw him once pulling whistlepig spines out of a stray redbone hound, keeping him calm with a soothy voice and holding him off from snapping while the spears came out. You could see he valued what he could do with his hands.

[…] we sailed in towards the city, and let fall our grappers [grappling irons] betwixt the island and the Main, right over against the goodly Garden Island.

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The Ecrouelleux, the Inconcevables, the Merveilleux, with their chins sunk in their huge cravats.