Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

Smokestep wasn't entirely sure why he was humoring this boy's story, but some part of him felt that he had taken a good amount of time to fabricate it, and it was worth helping him to solidify the feat. With the prompts, it seemed as though the story changed to something that seemed more reasonable, though still was not believable for the pirate. Nevertheless, he humored the one-eyed lad and nodded his head enthusiastically. It was not until the young scrap inquired as to who the pirate was that he took some great offense. Of course, the Cairn imagined that he should have been the most well-known across all of their territories at that point. He was, after all, building the most fierce and terrible crew they would ever see.

“Well, sink me, lad. Ye don't know who yer talkin' to?” the pirate asked, mocking offense. Smokestep was all about dramatics, of course, and so he puffed his chest up and peered at the other male with one eye squinted shut. This left a crimson orb to stare into the male's face with a glint of chaos in its depths. “Yer talkin' to the one an' only Captain Smokestep o' the Ironsea crew,” he introduced himself. “An' who'r ye?” the corsair then asked, roaming his vision up and down the other male's body with a disappointed expression.