Honeyed Pasture o, are you a pirate, or a man o' war

He approached the woman at a distance, unknowingly heading towards her for a time until his nose picked up on her pine and salt-crested scent as the wind changed direction. Immediately that sly, crooked grin contorted Kingsley's features, and he picked up the pace, eyes scouring the field for the female.

Only he could not find her crouched form hidden amongst the long grasses' shadows, dark as she was, and so the pirate went for his preferred method of weeding out wily rogues. "'Hoy!" he called out boisterously with a wave of his tail like a flag in hopes of drawing her to him. "An' here I was thinkin' I was alone out 'ere!"