Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

The girl remarked that she approved of his calling. The young pirate could have cursed his father for the nickname that had fallen on him. The sight of his pallid coat at birth had stricken Skellige with a deep-rooted fear, and had cast his eldest boy with the name Smokestep. Regardless, it had suited him well for a vast majority of his life and he was bound and determined to make it well-known. “'Course, it does. It's why it's me name, lass,” he affirmed with a swift nod of his head and a sly smirk.

Maha then introduced herself and he made sure to dramatically bow before her, showing just how a gentleman handled the presence of a good woman. “Maha; that there's a right good name, aye? Is it a nickname er what ye was born wit?” he then inquired of her with a slight canting of his skull. The corsair could never be certain if someone was providing their birth name or if they had procured it on some devilish adventure. He was the only one he'd known who had the common sense to ask.