Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

The other male seemed to be mulling over the thought of what Smokestep had said to him. After some short while, he asked if it would be at all possible to venture out from the pack and travel. The pirate had met many who enjoyed the thirst of wanderlust and where it took them. It seemed as though this male made an effort to convey that he would return every time. As long as he upheld this vow, the Captain would not find himself too bothered by it.

Drawing his ears forward, Smokestep nodded his head. “Aye, as long as ye return an' ye make an effort to be part o' the crew,” he instructed firmly. Ironsea would not be for those who wished to step in and out on a whim; his crew were members of his for the rest of their days. It was an oath that was never meant to be broken.

”Ye think ye can do that?”