Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

The sound of a stranger’s voice shook him. His expression fell to a gaunt scowl as he fixed his sights on the sandy-colored woman. Sandpiper gurgled beside him before she hacked a mouthful of sea water at his feet. Smokestep was unmoved by this. He was more transfixed with the woman making wild demands of a man who was already claimed. The madness swam in his gaze and he took a few rickety steps toward her, drawing his crown upward so that the three jagged scars along his throat were revealed.
 
“Pledge meself to the likes of you? I am already claimed. How dare you presume to believe that you could claim one such as me?” the haggard pirate choked out in a wet coughing voice. His eyes widened and he reeled his head further back before hacking out a cough that sounded like something akin to a trash bag full of water. “Don’t worry, lass… she’ll claim you too,” he finally rasped to her. His dark lips spread like wildfire across his features.