Cerulean Cape maybe if we tell people the brain is an app they’ll start using it

Her eyes remained firmly placed upon the sea bird as it hopped around looking for another crab, russet fur tangling in knots while the ocean breeze continued to roll in off the waves. The kru didn’t offer a response to the earthly woman’s first few words, only signaling she had actually been listening at the mention of pirates.

Rose, unlike many of her cliffside companions, hadn’t been raised beside the sea and had no idea what a pirate was. But judging by the casual way the woman asked her question, it sounded like it was a common term to know. “What’s a pirate?” she answered with a question of her own, making it obvious she had in fact not ever dreamed of running away to become whatever a pirate was.