Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

The young pirate watched as a wry smile curled her features and he found himself squinting at her with a similar expression on his dark lips. The woman had not yet spoken to him, but her body language was enough to decipher that she found him silly. There was no doubt that the strange female was starved and ragged, but Smokestep was trying to determine his best means of action. His eyes darted to the water for a brief moment before he nodded his head to her and let out a short huff of a sigh. Pulling his gaze back to dance along her frame, he frowned and flicked his tail upward. The water would be cold, but he was certain he could catch a fish.

“Have yerself a seat then, lass. Yer lookin' at the best fisher this side o' the ocean,” he boasted with a prideful stance and wink. Without warning, he bound from where he stood and into the cold grip of the water. His long limbs afforded him enough space so that he would not have to swim entirely, but could watch as the fish drifted closer to the shoreline. The length of his ears stood erect as he watched the water settle around his legs. For all that he knew, the female could have turned and run from him, but Smokestep was always eager to please the women who wandered too close to the edge of the swell.