Stavanger Bay Mr.Boombastic

The young Captain could not have said that he was surprised by the quick-tongued response from his reddish crew member. Still, his brows raised some and his smile widened at the remark made by Engel. With a soft wavering of his tail, Smokestep chuckled and nodded his head. “Well, blow me down,” he exclaimed in between the snickering of his voice. The pirate was not a judging type; he was of the belief that you could love whoever you damn well pleased. “Who’ve ye got yer eye on then, lad? Who gets ye goin’ early in the morn,” the pallid yearling inquired with a devilish smirk. Knowing what he knew about the scout, he was curious to see if his suspicions were correct and Engel was interested in Awinita. While he was no matchmaker, the marauder did think that they would make a fine couple. The next year, he would want to have children in the ranks so that they could grow and learn the ways of the Ironsea wolves. That would only work if he managed to pair a few of his crew members off.