Swab the Deck

The woman asked Sparrow if she was having any luck and Sparrow let out a heart laugh, "I've met a slew of colorful characters that'll work out well I think." She meant colorful literally. If only she had the clairvoyance to see that the two were siblings. Alas, that was a surprise for another day.

Wind whistled through the willows, causing the small, lengthy branches to extend and retract, swaying with the breeze. The sound they made was surely why they called this place the Whistling Willows. It was nice, but Sparrow couldn't imagine trying to live here with pirates. Might be a good place to lay low, but there were too many branches to rub up against and leave one's scent on.

The woman introduced herself as Pyralis and asked if there was an age cap, earning another laugh from Sparrow, "No age cap, just don't go dying on us mid-raid. My dad's also joining and he's pretty ancient so..." Sparrow flashed a smile to ensure to the woman that she was joking. "You're welcome if you really wanna join- we'd love to have ya."