Stavanger Bay Gotta sad life, sad life; go to fuckin' hell

The call sounded and the ghostly pirate turned his skull sharply in the direction of the summons. A sense of pride swelled inside of him at the sound, for it meant that their markings on the borders of the bay were proving to be useful to passersby and one had found themselves interested in what lay beyond the edges of their claim. With that sound, the pirate pulled himself from the waves and set out at a quick saunter through the sand. It wasn't long before he found the dark female waiting for the approach of one of the crew.

Lifting his crown upward and slowing his pace, the Captain regarded her with a quirked brow and a thoughtful frown. “Ahoy, lass. What brings ye to me bay?” Smokestep inquired with a slight cant of his skull. His eyes roamed over her figure with some moderate interest before he awaited her response.