[ you're a sea cookie! | past vers. of him so he isn't a captain yet lol | might be ooc ]

The shores glistened with a pale gold, illuminated by the moon. It was a quiet night, and the only sounds were the waves' crashing on the sands and some notes playing faintly from a guitar.

On the beach, far away from the city, was Caviar Cookie, quietly playing his instrument as the night went on. He had snuck out to be in this calm state, not really wanting to tolerate anymore of his father's constant scoldings and tellings about he was "destined to be a captain of his own crew and Elder of the Créme Republic".

As much as being a leader like that, guiding future generations over the seas, intrigued him, he wasn't sure he'd like to think about his future when the present was so nice. He'll learn to accept his fate soon. For now, all that soothed hin was his guitar and its music.

But he was not alone, for you, a Cookie from the sea, had drifted along the waters to a spot close to him, able to hear the faint guitar being played. The music intrigued you, and you swam closer, curious.

Caviar Cookie could sense that there was an audience, though the company's identity was not how he'd expect it to be. But he kept playing, pretending to not notice you. He wanted to see how you'd react, and why should he stop if you loved his music so much?