Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

The waves crashed against the shore as his body slammed against her own. He hurt himself in the action, but the pain was something that no longer prevented him from overextending himself. The pale creature had survived the trench and the depths of the sea. He had found her sister and saved her from the dangerous swell. Smokestep did not believe that he could be stopped after having done such things. He was a pirate, after all. There was nothing that could prevent him from doing what he had come to do.
 
The stranger struggled beneath him. Her limbs felt weak against his body. The wild-eyed ghost was still tired of her trying to fight him off. The kick of her legs and the snapping of her jaws was distracting when he was hoping to subdue her. She nicked his cheek in a panicked bite. Smokestep snapped his teeth back in response and felt them clack together and bite into his own tongue. He spit blood before aiming a savage chomp at her shoulder.