Stavanger Bay O Captain my Captain

They neared the edges of the pack and she offered a question in regards to the numbers in the crew. He cast his gaze back to her over his shoulder and smiled softly. “Enough to keep us afloat fer a while. Always lookin' fer more to add, so if'n ye've got yerself some mates ye'd like to join; the more the merrier,” he answered her with a confident tone lacing his voice. She seemed to have opened up some since having arrived near the bay. Smokestep had been concerned that she would have held her tongue for most of the trip. Granted, he had never had much of an issue with silent companions. The corsair did more than enough talking for an entire pack of wolves. Still, she was growing into a social gal and was offering an inquisitive personality.