Stavanger Bay O Captain my Captain

“Aye! Could teach ye a few o’ me own,” he offered her with a swift smile and a soft flagging of his tail. Once she remarked that the rest of the crew seemed to have been off, venturing on their own. Though he was a little disheartened that the other members would have better things to do than hang around the bay. Smokestep was more than eager for the arrival of spring; it would grant them a chance to grow closer as a crew, and he was growing restless without the taste of a good grog against his tongue. The thought of making rum sent a pang through the chest of the young Captain, and he wondered where Raptor had wandered off to. It had been some time since he’d seen the sable pirate roaming across the bay, and they had not last spoken on the best of terms.
 
Awinita seemed as though she had ideas to move ahead on her own. The pale corsair nodded to her with a small smile and offered a wag of his tail before he set out to in search of his Quartermaster. “Don’t be ‘fraid to find me if ye’ve got questions,” he offered to her as a soft reminder before he trotted across the cold sands with his head held high.