Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

The girl jumped back like the sharks were after her toes. Smokestep watched her with a confused cock of his head to the left and frowned a bit at her reaction. He wasn't sure if the lass had ever had a fish hand-delivered to her before. After she bent to sniff it, he wasn't sure if she'd ever had fish at all. The pirate squinted his gaze at her and waited to see if she would turn and leave – disgusted by his offer – or if she would stick it out. It seemed that he was granted the latter, at least temporarily. So, Smokestep offered her a kind sort of half-smile and nodded his head toward the kill in a few confident motions. She seemed skittish and like she might have the tendency of a flight risk creature, but he was intrigued by her.

“Go ahead, lass. Take a bite; I promise it's better than it looks,” he remarked to her in an encouraging tone. If she was half as bad as she looked, he wasn't entirely sure why the girl had not plucked the kill up in a single gulp and spat out the bones. He didn't know where the sudden show of civility and charm were coming from. You could lead a horse to water, they said.