Corsair's dark mouth continued to snap around the hocks of the wild panther who had slipped onto the Pirate's beach from the spectral marsh. Sweat glazed the bay's coat, starting to tire from the work he had done trying to get the thing back where it belonged. He would hate it it if his sweet, sweet Cosette was to pay the price for his mistake of not driving out the panther. Though he had, and that was not a thought the Captain would have to worry about now.

With a final growl, the panther leapt back in the direction of it's home, bleeding on it's leg from a bite Corsair had given him. The Captain watched the large cat leave, watching it with a fierce blue gaze. His head was held high in a triumphant manner, though it wasn't the first time he had driven out an unwanted predator and he doubted it would be the last.

Seconds after Corsair had finished driving the panther out of the endless blue, he heard his name. How odd. The bay turned his head around, slightly cocked in confusion. It was a strained cry for help, that was sure. Not long after, Cosette's name was called as well. He knew then it was a Pirate in the band who needed his help. Corsiar started forward at a trot before moving into a canter in the direction of the call. What did those rascals want now?

Vicer. It was Vicer who had called for the Captain and his faithful lass who never strayed far from his side. Corsair neared the scene, about to spit out a spiteful remark about how he had been in the middle of something and this better be important when he saw the lifeless body of Alvilda and a little foal by her side. And blood. A lot of blood.

Corsair put his head down, sniffing at the stained sand before turning to gaze at the lassie who had birthed a foal, but hadn't made it to see her child grow up. Regret filled the Captain as he looked over the mare, for he hadn't known her as well as he should have.

The Captain's muzzle moved to Vicer's shoulder. "I'm sorry for ye loss. If ye need any help with ye daughter, Cosette an' myself are here for ye," Corsair almost whispered before removing his muzzle from Vicer's side and leaning his head down to get a better look at the filly. She would make a good pirate one day, that was for sure. But for now, the filly was terribly weak and young. A bit too young to be coming from the womb.

A feeling of dread crawled over Corsair as he realized she would need to be able to feed very soon. No other mare in the band was pregnant or had been pregnant and had any milk left over. That would be another battle for Vicer to figure out, he presumed. Corsair would always be there for his Pirates, but he couldn't spend every second of the day hunting for food for a filly who probably wasn't going to last the night. He might send a couple of the mares to find a mare who was able to feed the filly, for they would be better at getting what they wanted, but only if Vicer asked him to.

Corsair smiled the filly reassuringly, wanting to wipe the tears from her eyes, but knew that was another job for Vicer. "Hello there little lass," Corsair spoke with an unfamiliar gentle tone, his eyes displaying the same emotion. The poor filly, doomed to grow up without a mother. At least the rest of the Pirates would always, always be there for her. That's what being a Pirate meant, you don't leave behind your crew.

"talk talk talk"