Stavanger Bay teach our bodies: haunt the cause

“Ye catch his name?”

The tone that was released with fiercely protective. While the corsair was certain that his fiery sister could very well protect herself, he did not like the idea that someone had come along and caused harm to her. Sandpiper was dear to him in ways that his other siblings never would be, and never had been, thanks to their upbringing. She was all that he had left of his Cairn blood, and he hung over her like a vigilant guard. If he could get a name from whoever had attacked her, he would be sure that the crew tended to them once they had grown stronger. No one would lay a fang on one of the Cairn siblings.

Piper tried to change the subject, but Smokestep caught it quickly enough and found that the subject of Raptor was something of a sore one for him. He loved his good friend, but the question about whether or not Sandpiper was off limits had been surprising and frustrating for the Captain. “Right, I'm sure he was,” the pirate muttered with a curling of his lip. He shook his skull a few times and frowned at the thought. She tried to ask how recruits were going and he shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Ran into Moorhen, Piper... she's gone an' given up our good family name. Calls 'erself 'Sif' now. She don't even speak our tongue, sis. What kind of ripe fish gullets is that?”