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Ava mentioned that she found others were more drawn to find her than she was to seek them, and Smokestep almost scoffed at such a thought. He recalled searching high and low to find souls willing to accept the life-long pledge that he required for his crew. Yet, this girl seemed confident enough that he let it slide without making a comment regarding it. The pirate drew his tongue across the pale whiskers on his muzzle and frowned thoughtfully at her admittance.
 
“Ye’ll learn quick wit the crew here. They’re a rowdy bunch, but there ain’t no one around who’s as loyal,” he assured her with a short bob of his head. “An we’re happy to have ye, miss Ava, but ye got to understand that there’s a vow that comes wit joinin’ the Ironsea wolves. Once yer in, ye stay fer life.” His two-toned eyes fell on her and he waited expectantly for her to respond or turn and leave. There was never an in between, he found; they either agreed, or they turned and found something else.