Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

@Maha maybe?

The corsair ventured to the plateau with the intent to feel the caress of fresh air against his lengthy limbs. The young man had not realized just how difficult it was to raise his crew from the ground up. He had been fortunate to find Raptor again, and to have Sandpiper at his side. Smokestep believed that his sister was the cause of a great deal of his own personal strength. Still, he had done well to recruit, and he had found himself face to face with the beginnings of the Ironsea wolves. They needed more bodies, though – this he was painfully aware of. The group that he had was good, but small, and he desired more blood in his ranks. The pirate wanted his crew to be known across those lands.

Smokestep trekked along the plateau with leonine grace in his steps. His pale form stood out in startling contrast to the night sky that stretched overhead. He could hear the faint howling of the sea breeze as it crashed against the cliffs. Beyond that, the sound of the water and home. Part of him missed Warsaw and the culture that surrounded his father's birthplace. Another part of him – the stronger portion – knew that he was destined for great things and that he had found where he had been intended to be all along. This lit a fire inside of him, and Smokestep turned his crown to look across the stretching land, wondering if Sandpiper felt the same.