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The shanty seemed to die away as the female turned to catch sight of him. The limber pirate peered at her curiously, wondering if she would resume her song or if he had taken her aback. She studied him with a beautiful expression and he too roamed her figure with his gaze. It had been some time since he had heard the sound of song on the air – and longer still since he had heard it beside the waters. The pirate watched her tail rise and waver slightly before her voice struck his ears in a greeting.

“Ahoy, lass,” he returned to her with a crooked smile. “Yer singin' was lovely.” Though Smokestep was well off when it came to charming those of the opposite sex, he was not lying. Perhaps it was his longing for the sound of sea shanties to be heard across the bay, or maybe it had been the delicate lilt of her voice, but he had found himself enthralled with it. Still, he could tell that she appeared cautious and so he slowed his pace as he closed some of the distance between them.