Cerulean Cape but when a person is alone in the dark...

It was unfortunate for the woman who was seeking to have her pleasures met, that she would have stumbled upon the sea-wracked figure of Smokestep. Had this interaction taken place a year before, the youthful pirate would have leapt at the prospect of such a sweet interaction. His heart would have raced wildly and his mind would have wandered to the only thoughts that a young man could have when faced with something of that nature. Instead, he choked out the last bits of water to expel it into the sand. Then, the specter fixed her with a look that seemed to go directly through her.
 
If there was a woman standing in front of him, he did not know it. All he saw was his sister standing behind her. The golden flecks of her coat seemed to dance like fire in the sunlight. It was good to have her back; Smokestep had missed her dearly in the time they had been pulled apart. The jagged gashes in her frame had not healed since he’d found her, though. He wondered if he should have sought a healer for her wounds. Sandpiper looked at him with lifeless eyes before she seemed to gurgle out a mouthful of sea water. Smokestep nodded his head in understanding.
 
“Ahoy…” his choked voice was nothing more than a raspy scratch on the way out. His thin frame shuddered against the touch of the ocean breeze.