Cerulean Cape maybe if we tell people the brain is an app they’ll start using it

That she wasn't expecting!  "What's a Pirate?  You've never heard the tales?"  Rosalyn tended to genuinely forget that not everyone grew up in a place where such things were common.

She was delighted to be the one to share then.  "A pirate's a wolf that has seawater runnin through their veins.  Sometimes they're pillagers, but sometimes they're just free.  No loyalty to any but their crew, and no expectations cept to treat crew like family."  She grinned.  Her mother had only really told tales of the bad sort; the only kind her homeland had much dealing with.  Still, "It always sounded a bit ideal, when I was younger," she added, though wondering what this girl would make of it.