Stavanger Bay Sand & Lead

A howl sounded overhead, from somewhere down the stretch of beach. Had it not been for who was calling, the pale creature would have opted to ignore it so that he might spend some time fishing in the shallows. Instead, the corsair turned his skull sharply and squinted against the light in hopes that he might be able to see her. Furrowing his brows, the ghost waded from the water and shook his pelt free of loose droplets onto the shore. The chill of the winter air caused his pelt to stand on end. He shuddered against the grip of winter before making an effort to fluff himself further.

Following the direction of her voice, Smokestep trotted lazily down the coast. It did not take him long to find her; his gaze settled on the unfamiliar figure that stood beside her own. Furrowing his brows, the pirate cast a half-frown and canted his head to the side. “Oi, Piper... who's this crusty bilge rat?” he inquired with a skeptical glance to the female cloaked in a dull butterscotch.