Stavanger Bay Love is just a game

The tone that laced her words caused heat to rush to his cheeks and flood them crimson. Were it not for his pale coat, he would have been flushed red and fumbling. Still, the pirate managed to feign some confidence and lifted his head up with a wide smirk that crinkled his features. With a soft chuckle, he indulged the speculation in a rumbling, “yer not wrong there,” before he managed to regain his composure.

Roz mentioned that she was getting on fine in the bay, which made Smokestep feel at ease. He could not afford to lose the red-furred woman, he felt. More than this, he did not want to have to hunt her down if she decided to drop anchor elsewhere. The rules were simple, and the code that they followed would hold them for the duration of their lives. Once a pirate... always a pirate. She mentioned Raptor, and this brought a sour expression to the corsair's face. He glanced down the shore and furrowed his brow some. “Pro'lly chasin' after me sister,” he remarked with a snort. The thought of Raptor and Sandpiper should have warmed his heart, but he felt a cold protection over the golden girl. It would take some time, but Smokestep was bound to get over his sable friend's attraction to Piper. Once he had, he would be fine with the pursuit, but would warn Raptor that he might not be too enthused with what he was getting himself into.

“'Sides, there's not another lass out there like ye, miss. Got meself a one 'o a kind crew member in ye.” There it was... the Smokestep charm. He cast her a swift wink before turning his head once more to watch the bay, hoping to spot Sandpiper in the distance.