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

A husky voice sounded from nearby, causing the brute's flesh to prick with goosebumps that he had not expected. It wasn't familiar, so the pirate whirled to face a young female with a pleasant expression. He watched her for a moment, drawing in her physique with an interested eye. She reminded him of the wenches that the crew neighboring Warsaw had around – wenches that Raptor had inquired about. He had never known what to say in regards to women who were meant purely for pleasure, but he had come across them and he knew that many of them enjoyed their work well. Still, he did not want to presume that he knew what this woman's trades were, so he cast her a crooked grin and watched as she approached.

“Ahoy, lass,” he greeted, once she had gotten closer. The two tones of his gaze roamed over her still, wondering, thinking about all of the times that he had seen them like this. This woman was such a startling contrast to his self-assured and fierce sister. Still, she seemed to hold a power all her own. Smokestep was on his guard, holding himself in a defensive posture with his head held low and his brow furrowed over his gaze.