Stavanger Bay i'm moving into stillness

The pale witch of the wood who had fallen for his father had been fond of the healing arts. Smokestep had heard many times that she had saved the members of the depths with her knowledge and her careful touch. Of course, having met her, the young pirate could easily see how it was a role that she knew how to fill. He had never been able to see it in another person until the peachy-coated Ava had wandered to his borders and requested a home. They had not yet had someone who was inspired by treating the injured or unwell. Smokestep had wanted to make a place for every aspiration on his crew, and he was pleased that the newcomer was eager to make a name for herself so early on. The two continued to chat a bit as he led her through the bay. He explained that her best option would be to aspire for the rank of Cooper until she had managed to get a foot hold within the crew and then she could branch further to Bos’n if she so desired. When the young pirate left her, he felt pleased with the prospect of the young lady and was eager to see what she would accomplish within his borders.