"I'm a bit of an auld seadog, which I suppose the Story Teller thinks is funny," he remarked, though it was with a quirk of his own to the corners of his beak. Making sure the young man was out of the way, he prepared to line up another shot. "Though I suppose it's come more in use for defendin' my money than it did anything on the sea."

He wound up and hurled the harpoon with all the strength it could muster; it landed deep in the target a little left of center, though at least Scrooge stayed on his feet this time? Snorted some, he repeated the process of winding up the rope.

"Not that I ever hit anyone, o'course. But a sharp point does wonders spooking away would-be thieves when it's pointed their way all the same."