if we sail together — joiners

[Kian.]

hold fast, tides are turning

The rusty-spotted cat flicked his ear, amusement glistening in his sea-green eyes.  He had not thought about sand and the fact that Keona had been used to the wooden decks of a ship thus far.  Not for the first time, Kian wished she could see so that she knew what it all looked like.  At least she had fun feeling the new texture.  "Sand love," he explained quietly before his head snapped up at a new movement.  The seafarer was not easily intimidated, but he knew when to be cautious. A tiger could easily snap a smaller creature like him in half.  Then again, he'd face down a Kraken given the opportunity, if just to say he could.

Silently he reminded himself he was not here to cause trouble.  At least he now knew they had reached their destination.  No hitches. "A relief to know we made it to the right place," he grinned, seemingly unbothered by the idea it might be an odd sight, for a father and child to seek refuge with pirates. He would hate to have to send a message to his former crew saying they had gotten the directions wrong.  "I'm cap-" Kian paused, brow creasing.  He would always be welcome back to his crew, he imagined, but he was not the captain anymore. He had passed that mantle down.  "Kian ó Faoláin, an' this little tyke is my lass, Keona.  We intend to join your crew if that's alright."

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