The air was thick and dry. Corsair trotted through the Threshold, sweat coating his thin, mahogany pelt. But the stallion wasn't at all tired just yet. He had just left the comforts of the endless blue and his band. Most of his days were now spent protecting the borders of the stretch they called home, chasing off unwanted visitors. Being Captain had been more work than he had anticipated, but it was certainly something he could handle. Corsair had found some time in his busy day to have time to himself, so he was spending it recruiting.

Corsair stopped in his tracks, a familiar voice he cherished so much coming to meet his ears. It was the thick french accent that belonged to his beloved Cosette. He missed this particular mare, for she was unlike most dainty fillies he had fooled around with in his lifetime. Cosette was strong, a real mare worthy of the title of Pirate. He must try her in battle sometime, just a practice spar. Maybe she could be of even more use to them in the band, which was more than appealing to the stallion, as long as she wasn't hurt. Corsair wasn't sure what he'd do if she was hurt. But for now, he had recruiting to do. Might as well do it with Cosette.

"Aye, me name 's Corsair, buccaneer of the sea, an' Capt'n of the Pirates who reside on tha shores o' tha endless blue. Now me lad, what is ye name?" Corsair said with a smile, approaching the pair of horses with his head held high. He had slowed his pace to a walk, then stopped to stand next to his beloved Cosette, looking up at the mare with a gaze of acknowledgement. But there was something more sparkling in his deep blue orbs. What was it called? Ah, yes. Admiration and adoration.

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[ooc: this incredibly useless post has been brought to you by bry. you don't have to read it unless you want to, all corsair does is nod to cosette cx ]

A satisfied feeling tingled through Corsair at the sound of Cosette's voice. There was something more behind that pretty little french accent and he was determined to figure out what it was. He made a quick mental note to seek the unicorn out soon, very, very soon. Somewhere they could be alone for once.

Corsair's gaze stayed fixated on Jack as the stallion talked, his story a great interest to the bay. His own history included skipping around oceans and Pirate bands, causing havoc as he did so. It was a life he had grown tired of quickly, and wasn't one he planned on going back to, especially after coming to Helovia and meeting Cosette.

As Jack spoke of his Captain like nature, his eyes wandered to Cosette. Her words made him proud, but his face, for the most part, stayed neutral. His eyes shone with pride as they washed over her, giving her a small nod of approval. Cosette's words were carefully chosen and a perfect fit for the situation. Corsair himself didn't want to run off a potential recruit by saying something too offensive, but he had to put Jack in his place.

The Captain did not need to speak, for Cosette had spoken for him. His words wouldn't have made a difference, and if anything, would've screwed up the dilemma further. Being a decent Captain meant knowing when to keep your trap shut, and when to bark at the brash arrogance of some horses.

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The Pirates needed more members, even if they were ambitious, they would be put to good use. Besides, Jack seemed like he knew a lot about Pirates and fighting, which would be useful in an invasion, which he knew would have to come eventually, wether Corsair liked it or not.

"Aye, Jack. We got t' best mares t' be found in Helovia!" Corsair winked, still aware of the presence of Cosette. Maybe she'd take it as a compliment. "We'd love t' have ye as part of t' Pirates, Jack," the Captain smiled, hospitality alive in his actions as well as his words. "T' Endless Blue is this way. Follow at ye own will," Corsair turned in the direction of the blue, excitement tingling in his hooves and up his legs. The Captain would be going back to the blue! Back to his home!

Corsair took off at full speed through the Threshold, hoping Jack would be able to keep up. A light sheen of sweat coated Corsair's body, adding a soft shine to his dark coat. His long skunk tail flowed from his body, the speed of his gallop sending his mane and corks flying. It was as if he could already hear the ocean calling his name. Corsair closed his deep blue eyes as he rhythmically galloped, knowing the way to the beach almost by heart now.

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