Stavanger Bay Taking it’s Toll

He noted the shift in the dark woman's posture, the subtle move she made towards her packmate — or was he something more? The pirate's eyes flicked to the scarred male inquiringly, trying to work out the relationship between the two, though the man was a hard one to read.

Kingsley quirked an amused brow at Eartha's response to his question. A criminal? Is that what the lad was to her? Granted, he was a right young rascal, running off like that and disrespecting the very crew who had so generously taken him in, but a criminal? Perhaps Eartha's ego was far larger than he had thought.

Nevertheless, a bounty was still on Alizarin's head, as was one on each wolf of this Rusalka pack. Unfortunately, it seemed the two had no information for them. He turned back to the dark leviathan beauty with a roguish smile at her question.

"Eartha ain't one to take them sorta crimes lyin' down, miss," he explained with a hint of humour, all too happy to speak for his captain, whether she wanted him to or not. "And what good is holdin' a grudge if ye can't eventually get yer revenge, aye?"