Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

“I tried, Piper,” he uttered in a raspy voice to figure of his sister. She walked beside him, her body having decayed and withered away. Portions of her skeleton were showing, and her flesh had been waterlogged and bloated to the point of distortion. Her eyes were hollow, but they looked on. “We can’t leave the water,” he whispered hoarsely. We belong to her now and forever. As though she had heard him, the ocean roared to life with a massive wave that crashed against the shore and shook his rickety frame. Somehow, he did not fall over. The ghostly pirate turned his head toward his sister’s decaying shape and smiled. It was so nice to have her back with him. Together, he believed they could recreate Ironsea and restore it to its glory.
 
But, Smokestep did not know where he had founded the pirate crew’s pack. He could not remember his time in the Teekon Wilds. He could not remember ever having stepped foot on that land before. So, he traversed the seaside for several hours until his sights had settled on an island off the coast. Glancing toward Sandpiper, the pale figure coughed a wet cough and shook his ragged coat. “Let’s go,” he instructed her in a deadpan tone. The two figures crossed the water without issue, and touched down on the shores of the isle.