Oystercatcher Tide Pools small fish circling

The dark girl was quick to snap, and Smokestep snorted indignantly. A smile curled his features some and he watched as she poised herself at the edge of the pool. In a swift motion, he watched her head bob into the water and then emerge with nothing to show for her efforts. The pirate had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold down the chuckle that had formed in the pit of his stomach. The way his eyes crinkled on either side would give him away, should she have tried hard enough to look.
 
Smokestep circled around her a short way, careful to keep his distance from her sharp tongue and teeth, and fixed her with a smug expression. His eyes danced with mischief as he looked in the pool to his right with some moderate interest. The corsair had been taught to fish and swim before he was truly capable of walking, so it felt like second nature to him. He often forgot what it was like to happen across others who had grown inland and learned a separate set of skills entirely.
 
Cocking an eyebrow, Smokestep waved his tail once before inquiring, “ye sure?”