Stavanger Bay rows of houses sound asleep

His slender smile held - the tides be on his side today. Yet even if this hadn't been Smokestep's crew, the russet ambassador charmed him well, and her charisma would've been enough to at least make him pause and reconsider if he should even cast any further than this. Good pickings in crews were worth a fortune, he knew, and to be treasured if found, and he bargained between Smoke and this pirate, he'd found a bloody good one here.

It seemed the crew held a simple overarching rule, and Gallows lent a slight and thoughtful tip of his head. A lifetime oath was no barking matter - but he'd dealt with them before. He nodded. "So's long as the captain proves something of worth, I've no qualms with that." And if the agreement went south - well, there were always ways to fix that.

"But let me ask ye first, from one seafarer to another - now, I know Smokestep, but aye, I reckon not nearly as long or as intimate as you. So if you were in my position, but you knew all about this crew an' it's captain, everything that you do right now, would you still find yerself scrawling yer name along the dotted line?"