Word Count: 152
Disclaimer: So very very not mine.
Spoilers: It could possibly be mildly spoilery for DMC.
Notes: This is a rather broad interpretation of the challenge, but I wanted to try something a little different.
He sat in the rigging waiting for just the right moment.
When it arrived he sprang into action. He swooped down and grabbed the hat from the man with the funny hair. He was out of reach before anyone could react.
There was a good deal of screaming, yelling and a gun shot following his departure but he didn't care. The human's noises held no interest for him.
He had the hat, he loved the hat. He sat quietly nuzzling and licking it. Unfortunately a sharp gust of wind blew it out of his paws and into the water.
His loud unhappy screeching drew the humans attention. The ship was quickly turned and the hat returned to the man with the funny hair. He was shot and then chased off by more yelling.
He returned to his hiding spot once waiting for just the right moment. The hat would be his.