Curiosity had finally overwhelmed him. Corazón knew he probably should have brought Dob or Merilwen with him. He wouldn't have been able to convince Prudence to come. It would have left her disgusting and sweaty, and she would have Eldritch Blasted him in the face before agreeing to put herself through that. But he hadn't really thought that far ahead before he'd bowed to his curiosity and headed out. And now as he was approaching the remains of the Jolly Roger, he couldn't help but feel like he was going to really regret that. If he did find anything, he was going to have to schlep it all the way back to the Manor on his own. But honestly, if he did find anything, it would probably be worth it in the long run, even if he would have to explain to Dob why he was stumbling in the door soaked in sweat and probably ten pounds lighter for it.
Clambering up the side of the ship, gripping onto the chips and gaps in the hull of the ship until he made it up to the rungs to help boost him up, experience making the effort all that easier even as sand was whipped up around him by the rushing winds. Dropping himself down on the deck, Corazón couldn't help but scowl at the seemingly empty areas where stuff looked like it should have been. So much for his great bounty, there was absolutely no booty to be had. And in the one place where it wouldn't end up in a lake. Not that Corazón really begrudged Dob that anymore. Much.
He'd laid himself down onto the deck after that, trying to avoid the blaring sun and the swirling sands for a moment respite before he checked the hold (it couldn't possibly be completely empty) and then headed back. But that was the moment that he felt the entire deck jolt, rocked hard to one side in a way that was achingly, disgustingly familiar. And as he shot up from where he'd been laying, Corazón's gaze was aided by the sudden, massive shadow that had blocked out the sun overhead.
It was a whale. Against all sense and logic, against the order of the natural world and probably everything holy, it was a whale, erupting from the sand around the ship and hovering in the air, briefly but still longer than should have been possible given its girth and the laws of physics, before it plunged down back towards the sand. Corazón was too his feet in a second, dashing towards the bow of the boat -- SHIT! SHIP! -- just in time to see the dazzling white form land with an echoing thud into the sand and send it spraying up over him. Shielding his eyes from the spray, he was only able to turn back a second too late, hauling himself over the side and throwing himself off the figurehead into the sand just as the shifting grains filled back in the hole that had been left behind the creature.
Filled with a sudden and intense feeling of loss coupled with a drive and determination that he hadn't felt in a long time, certainly not since he'd been here, or at least, not since his ill-fated idea to storm the library to rid themselves of that mortal threat, Corazón simply couldn't ignore this burning fire inside of him that screamed only one thing.
He whaley had to find it again. It would be a whale of a time.