The Captain had once again found himself in the maze of wood known as the Threshold. The only reason he had come to the dreaded place was because the Pirate band he led was short on members. The Threshold was the perfect place to be recruiting members, since it's the area all new horses pass through to enter the rest of Helovia.

But Corsair still hated it, no matter the advantages.

He hated the way that the ocean breeze was not with him, the sand was not underneath his shimmering hooves, and most of all, the bay hated being so far from his beloved Cosette's touch. Corsair had found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the taller unicorn every time he looked at her. But he knew it'd be bad for the band. If they were to not work out, then was the Captain to do about it? Awkward crew meetings didn't sound like much fun to the stallion, that was for sure.

Corsair decided it best to push any thoughts of Cosette out of his mind - just for a little while. The bay had recruiting to do and by Gods he was going to do it before the sunlight had left the land. Being Captain of the Pirates meant that it was his duty to guard the borders of their stretch of beach and protect the band from any harm. He couldn't do that if he was out looking for more members to add to the band, so the stallion would try to recruit one member or so, then get back to the beach as quickly as possible.

A new scent came to the bay as he slowed his pace to a stop. This smell was not Basin, Throat, Foothills, or Edge. It was rogue. Corsair knew this to be the smell of new blood in Helovia, so he followed it's trail, a summer wind dancing through his dark mane, sending corks and mane flying wildly. Sweat glistened off the bay's coat, glad for the second relief he had gotten from the breeze.

The Captain didn't trek far before coming upon an unfamiliar face. It was a pegasus mare with a decent build. Her firey, chestnut coat was eye-catching against the green color scheme of the Threshold, and Corsair became all the happier about being the first to spot the newcomer.

"'Ello, lassie, me name's Corsair, buccaneer o' tha sea an' Capt'n o' the Pirate band that resides on tha shores o' tha endless blue," Corsair smiled brilliantly, the sun catching his teeth so they glistened white perfectly. A warm gaze was found in his deep blue eyes as he approached the mare from behind, not thinking of scaring her. "Ye look a bit lost. What's ye name, lass?" He inquired in a friendly manner, pulling himself up to his full height. Any tired ache the bay had felt was clearly not apparent on his features, years of acting had taught him to hide fatigue well.

"talk talk talk"

He who is brave is free.