Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

Raptor swung both his ears back. "Nothin's wrong with her!" He blurted in reply, quick to seek to defend his companion and assuage his Captain, for whom the topic of running with his sister was no joking matter. Smokestep went on, and were it possible, the sable colors of Raptor's face would have drained away and made him pale as snow. That last barb had slipped right between his ribs and pierced him where it hurt the most, owing to his teenage emotional state of mind.

"Aye," he agreed quietly as a dark moroseness settled across his countenance and he fixed a hurt expression to the side of his comrade's face. "I knows that well enough. I'm the scurvy rat that ain't good enough for her nor anyone else." With a slow shake of his head, Raptor got to his feet and turned away, slinking away with his skull below his shoulders and his tail limp, seeking some place quiet to sulk over a lack of rum and love (ha).