Stavanger Bay will you suffocate in my ink

Hahaha, noooo it would've been no problem, but all good lmao <3

The other was quick to take notice of him, spinning around and fixing Gristle in a mahogany gaze not unlike his own. However, they seemed to burn with a passion that Gristle's own lacked — his own deadpan stare betraying the fact that he had a lack of any semblance of intelligence. He stopped with a grunt, watching with disinterest as the stranger's hackles bristled and head rose in a dominant display.

His interest was caught when he spoke, though, and the man looked around in confusion. "Your bay?" he echoed, glancing back at the inky male. He spoke as if he simply hadn't heard, no hints of challenge or disbelief in his voice. It wasn't unreasonable to claim a bay (the band of pirates had settled on an island, after all), though for what reason he chose this place, Gristle had no idea. "Huh," he grunted, amused slightly. So that's what that rock must've been for.