Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

@Foxglove

The sands clung to his pelt as the pirate made his way along the edges of the water. He preferred if he could touch it – could feel it against his limbs, no matter how cold – so that he knew he had found the right place. For a year, his father had raised him and taught him the way of the sea. For a year, it had been drilled into the young man's skull that he was intended to reclaim the bay and make it his own. The Cairn legacy was to live on! Never did he feel as though he needed to rebel against such demands. He had always had Sandpiper at his side and he did not imagine that he would require much more than her company through the grand excursion that they had planned together. He did not know just how grand it would be.

The brisk sea brushed against the length of his limbs until he had grown numb to the sensation. The seafaring wolf turned his skull inland toward the territory that rested beyond the cape, but it did not hold his interest and so he continued his trek down the coast in search of others who might have hoped to call the ocean their home. If he were to recruit, he would want it to be from the waters.