Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

Anchors, bays, pirates, group - this and the rest of the words spilled so generously went over Foxglove's head. Except for one or two or... whatever they had been the meaning was simple "food". Therefore, with the memories of recent meal and other goodies in her mind, she nodded too eagerly with bright eyes and wagging tail, having really no idea, what she was getting herself into and that there was no way of getting out of it either (though, if she ever needed an escape, she would find a way).

With food in mind she got to her feet, shook her coat and appeared to be very ready to follow the other's lead, though it would take her days and weeks of meandering in the vicinity of the Ironsea crew, before she would walk among the other pirates. She was a shy creature, who had lived on it's own for a very, very long time. One could forgive her some peculiarities.

Suggest her as part of the crew.