Corsair had been thinking a lot lately. Thinking about protecting and managing the band of Pirates he led so faithfully, and then, Cosette. Did he love her? Could he protect her? Could he protect the band? How could he protect the band and Cosette?

The bay dipped his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he closed his sparkling blue eyes as if they'd hide him from the world as well as the stress of it. Corsair was perched upon a lone rock on the shores of the endless blue, the sun beating down upon his dark back relentlessly. He had simply been watching the waves, engulfed in his own thoughts, when a familiar voice interrupted the bay. It was soft and bell like, thickly laced with a french accent. Cosette.

Corsair perked up, his sea-like eyes fluttering open as they searched for the mare he had come to cherish so much in the short time he'd known her. They finally came to fall upon his lovely Cosette chattering with a member of the band, Vicer, and another mare he knew not of. As captain, it was Corsair's job to protect his crew. Intruders on their stretch of beach, like this new mare, must be dealt with.

The bay swiftly trotted up to the three, his bright blue eyes gazing at the new mare curiously. Her coat was dark, spots gathering upon her body, but had a muscular build and long wings. She was the same height as himself, potential for a nice pirate's lass showing clearly upon her. The mare didn't smell of any particular herd, and the other band members weren't displaying any hostility towards her. So why should he?

"Vicer, Cosette, 's fine to see ye two on this lovely day," Corsair smiled brilliantly, pulling himself up to his full height. The bay's eyes lingered on Cosette momentarily, relieved she was okay and seemed happy, then moved to the new mare. "But I don' believe I've had tha pleasure o' meeting ye," Corsair continued, looking upon the new mare approvingly. "Name's Corsair, buccaneer of tha sea an' Capt'n of tha Pirates that reside here on tha shores o' tha endless blue," The bay finished, his expectant gaze locked on the new mare. He was afraid if he looked upon Cosette one more time, he wouldn't be able to tear his eyes off her.

"talk talk talk"

Take what you can, give nothing back.