High above atop the ship's mast, a small strange figure stirred to life. At first glance it appeared to have the shape of a bird; a partridge to be precise. On closer inspection though, where normally there would be flesh and feather, this partridge had metal and clockwork. It had silver wings, and a bronze torso, with a glimmering red gem in its center. Its eyes opened with the sound of a mechanical iris, and it let out a robotic yawn from its golden beak, unhappy that it was interrupted from its lazy afternoon watching clouds. From below deck, it heard a familiar, nasally voice shout up at it.
"PERDIX! Are you going to make me wait all day? Hurry up and get down here!"
The clockwork partridge recognized the voice of its creator. It let out a resigned "Chirp" and dived down to the deck below.