Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

sandpiper was not mature enough to offer any sort of gratitude to rosalyn. this had been a test, a measure of sandpiper's improvement - if any such improvement existed -- and rosalyn was a tool in which to measure it. as the first mate pulled off, disentangled herself and then faced sandpiper, sandpiper looked stonily past her.

and then, without so much as a well-deserved thank you, uttered a loud "hmmph," and trotted off.