If the squawking and hollering from the gyrfalcons that called this place home deterred Kingsley any, he did not show it. The pirate strode towards the cliffs with a brave (or perhaps foolish) confidence, his cyan eyes alight in the face of a challenge. Upon the rocky wall before him, not too far up, sat a nest ripe for plundering - albeit guarded by two particularly upset birds.
As he came closer, their cries became all the more louder, until eventually they leapt from their perch and came at him in a flurry of feathers and talons. With his own feral cry, Kingsley raced to close the distance and made to meet the enraged falcons head on.
If nothing else, at least this endeavor would add a few more scars to his grizzled visage.
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