Cerulean Cape driving on the sidewalk, looking back and the sky is burning in my rear-view mirror

"Oi!"

Dragon's ears flicked forward. He was mistaken, despite the lowland tones of the other's call, and thought he heard the traditional corsair greeting. He turned his head to observe a male that fit the picture: a rough creature, this wolf looked like he got into a fight with a shark, was tossed around the sea and then spit back on shore. He was, to Dragon, a classic swab, and a proper mate of the coast if ever there was.  

"Hah hah! Ahoy!" he returned, the corner of his mouth drawn back in an amused but rakish smile,. "Where is yer crew, me hearty? Aye, it's been a long stretch since I laid eyes on another of me own salty blood!"