Stavanger Bay wild and water take us both

Sorry for the confusion in my last post. Smoke didn't motion to his mangled leg, just from Adawale to Brig. I get carried away with descriptive terms.

Smokestep had not spent enough time around the feathered creatures of the wood to know their use, but he could safely assume that the Jackdaw was helpful to the brute and that was enough reason to allow it to stay within the territory. Smokestep was young and he still believed that the markings on Brig's body were a sign that he was not in the shape he should have been; of course, the yearling had been fortunate enough to never have found himself in similar situations. Though he carried an array of small scars on his lean frame, the pirate did not know if Brig's condition truly put him at a disadvantage or not. Still, he was like a small child staring at a man in a wheelchair; it was almost as though the Captain could not take his eyes from the damaged portions of his companion.

The red-eyed male inquired what was entailed in being a pirate and it snapped the pale marauder from his stupor. “Well, ye'll get to live as ye please. Ye can spend yer days fishin', ye can work to guard the borders... whatever ye like doin' best. Alls we ask is ye put the crew first, eh? Ye'll live an' die by these wolves. If ye don't, ye walk the plank,” he rambled simply. At the mention of walking the plank, the pale creature cast his muzzle in the direction of the jagged cliffs that overlooked the water. It was a sure death; one straight plunge into the rocky depths below and something was bound to snap. “Wot's it ye have a knack fer? Fighter? Fisher? Shark diver?