Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

Raptor swung his head to avoid the crab as it sailed over his skull and pitched into the sand, and he stepped aside as Sandpiper came forward after it. He took the reappearance of her brusque and jesting manner as a signal that the scorn was to come next, and he narrowed his eyes and dug his nails into the beach — hardening himself to withstand the blows he would be dealt. The beginning of a growl started to roll, like gravel in the waves on shore, at the back of his throat.

It cut off when she spoke.

Raptor had never been apologized to before in a way that was not sarcastic and mocking. He had never known another corsair to care whether or not they offended anybody. So though he could not detect the joke in her words he found it hard to trust there was not one lying in wait to ambush him. His eyes searched her face as he hesitantly asked, "why?"

I am a mangy, stupid cur, he thought bitterly.