Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

The girl gawked at him for a second but the older man, he answered. Before Screech knew it, they were alone together. The boy tried to look around the man (who introduced himself as Grayday, which itself was a bit strange but for once Screech had no opinion to voice). It was difficult enough to tell that the wolves were there at all, let alone identify them.

Family thing, then. Neat. He felt like he was intruding no matter what Grayday said, and cast a glance back the way he'd arrived - but flinched and turned to regard Grayday when the older man shouted up the beach at someone he must've recognized. In that moment Screech noticed something odd about the man's face. He was missing an eye.

You guys pirates? He asked in a flurry, saying the first thing that came to mind. I mean, y'all are hanging out by the sea and you look like you need an eyepatch. He blinked his solitary eye after speaking this, not realizing it might've come across as insensitive until a breath later. I mean, uh, you're in good company I guess. The boy turned his head slightly so that his empty socket aligned with Grayday's eye, but he said nothing after that. Derp.