Stavanger Bay zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children

Roz was silent, which allowed for the stranger to speak up about herself. She began with introduction, to which he nodded his head and offered a small smile. She then explained that Roz had lured her in with tale of their lives and he glanced toward the muddy red woman with an approving bob of his skull. It was good to see others reaching out to expand their crew. Smokestep wanted nothing more than to exceed the expectations that had been set on him. He would ruin it all with his own success.

“Nox, right, pleasure to meet ye, lass,” he said with a toothy grin. “Me name's Smokestep an' this here's the Ironsea crew's bay. Ye seem the type to fit right in.” It wasn't an exaggeration of the truth, either. The pale marauder actually believed that she was an ideal member, but he wanted to make sure that it wasn't some sort of a joke. She was rather homely looking, and he wouldn't have put it past Roz to pull a poor prank. “Did she give ye the run down on how we pirate folk live? How ye'd be expected to pitch in?” he inquired with a tilt of his head.