Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

The outsider was a calculating woman; he could tell as much from the tight-lipped lack of comment and the way her eyes followed his movements with a careful glint. Smokestep did not want to misstep with her, but he imagined that if he did, she would disappear from sight and he would forget all about her. When she did not run, he considered it a successful attempt. Rallying all of his upbringing and knowledge of the ocean, the pirate watched and waited a few long minutes to see if any of the fish were being lured to the edges of the shore. He was not disappointed; after a short time, he caught the glimmer of scales and his head plunged into the frigid water and emerged with a writhing sea creature clasped firmly between his teeth. With a few grunts, he gripped tighter on the fish and it ceased all wiggling.

Wading back to shore, Smokestep shook his coat and staggered back to where the woman waited. The yearling tossed the fish to her feet and nodded his head with a wide grin. “Thar... ye see?” he remarked with heaving sides, desperately attempting to pull air into his lungs while he awaited the sure-to-arrive approval from the silent spectator. After all, it wasn't every day that she had to have been fed by dashing young pirates, was it?