Stavanger Bay O Captain my Captain

Gut him like a fish was right, though he did very little to agree with the statement. The pale pirate was far too troubled still with the idea that there were brutes out there who would cause such harm to those of their own kind. Pleasure was ideal, but it was not worth the defamation of another living creature. As they continued along, Smokestep kept an eye out for any of the crew so that he might offer introductions. The bay was quiet on that day, though he did not seem to be bothered by the thought of some peace. It had been a bustling couple of months since having arrived back in the wilds.
 
The girl mentioned that she had hopes for a get together. He turned to fix her with a mismatched stare and he nodded his head in agreement. “Oi, that’s a dandy idear ye’ve got there, miss. Let’s say we plan fer when the weather’s a bit warmer, eh?” he told her with a smile. The idea of gathering around and spending some bonding time with the crew would have been nice. Aside from this, spring would bring fruit berries and honey so that they could make rum and grog.