Gilded Bay The Cool Seaspray

The red-furred fellow seemed to like the ring of the rank that had been presented to him. Of course, he didn't know what was required of the rank. In due time, he would come to understand. To earn one's sea legs was a great honor, but would require a great deal of work before it could be accomplished. It would take a great deal of strength from this Engel, as he had revealed himself. The more he gave, the more he would change.

Gesturing with his muzzle, his ears swiveled as he caught Engel testing the tongue of the pirate lingo on his lips. Once he was called lad he curled his lip slightly and chuckled in a low tone. “I'm no lad to ye, boy. I'm yer Captain,” he said with a confident nod of his skull.