Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

So it seemed that the agouti wolf was no stranger to the seaside and her tempting ways. This was pleasing to the pirate, who had lived his life with an obvious longing for the push and pull of the ocean water. There were truly a select few who were so devoted to the swell that they had opted to remain there for the duration of their lives. The pale hound was one of those few, but he wore the badge of honor with pride.

Engel posed a question that struck the pirate a little queerly. He cocked a brow and frowned thoughtfully, drawing the crooked smirk from his lips and flipping it. “That's just the way I talk, mate,” the pale hound responded. His voice was a titch louder than might have been acceptable for the inquiry, but the pirate's social graces were severely lacking. “What say yer the one who's talkin' funny, eh?” and as the query fell from his inky lips, the corsair looked to Engel indignantly.