Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

It seemed as though his sweet whistling words had caused the cogs to turn inside of the other male's head. Smokestep allowed his lips to curl upward into a contented smile and he nodded his head, as if he were trying to reiterate the statement before. The pirate felt as though he had made a fair point and was appreciative that the other male had taken such a point and agreed upon it; it showed he had an open mind and was willing to listen.

The next inquiry that fell from the red-agouti male's lips caused the corsair to chuckle softly. “Aye. I belong to the sea, mate. I was born here and I aim to die on these shores,” he answered with a confident nod and a crooked grin. “As fer yer pack question, I have got some good news fer ye. Yer lookin at the Captain o' the Ironsea wolves, lad. The most wily an' fierce band o pirates in these parts.” His chest swelled with pride at the statement and even though the Ironsea wolves were still fresh in the making, Smokestep was making good progress. He was aiming to recruit more.