His eyes widened in horror at the sight of the little black hog. It was bad luck to even say the word pig or let one cross your path.

"What are you doing here, ya little curly tail?" He asked. The little fellow appeared to be in a dangerous position. It was horrible enough that it was on board. Killing one would bring even creature misfortune. Also, it was a cute little creature, though he would never admit to that opinion.

The gruff, scarred man made a grab to pull it away from the burner.