Stavanger Bay sold my red horse for a venture home

It appeared that Engel was talking about a girl, which caused Smokestep to feel entirely more jealous than he should have. He wondered if it was Roz that he was referencing, but he couldn't be sure. Drawing an interested gaze to the lookout, the pirate lifted his brows and drew his tail upward in a friendly fashion. He didn't want the red lad to feel what he was feeling; he hardly wanted to feel it himself. Still, he had an eye for the red woman called Rosalyn and he did not want anyone to come between him and her just yet. Smokestep was young and he did not know his own brashness the way that others would experience it. Nonetheless, he needed to know who Engel was talking about. “So, has this lovely lass got a name? Or are ye keepin' her a secret? She one o' the crew?” he spilled question after question, hoping to pull some further information from the scout so that he could feel at ease once more.