Why is pirating so addictive? Ye get hooked

Scald watches as the girl gets to her paws and turns her eyes to him. He notices that she scans the beach before putting her full attention on him. A brow rises in question as he draws closer to her. Albeit a little plain, he didn't mind. Truthfully, Scald admired the ones with natural coats. Perhaps it was a bit of jealousy buried deep since he was the only pup in his litter that had been born with colors adorning his coat. He doesn't let it bother him though, especially now as a pretty girl around his age stands in front of him.

"Ah, it ain't take no time at all to get 'em," Scald humors her with his own cheeky smile as he lifts a paw and waves it at her comment. "Tch, I jus' always been 'round water I s'pose," he comments, adding a shrug of his shoulders to make it seem as if it really wasn't a big deal at all. "I thin' what lots of fellas forget is that the water is somethin' to be respected, not feared," it is then that his heterochromatic gaze turns to the water that watches lazily along the shore. He sees his reflection and hers as the waves rush up to meet them. He really was familiar with the water so much so that he hardly thought twice about it anymore.

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