Moonsong Glacier Come sail away

Ohh pretty pretty Rozatar.

Raptor hummed and cocked his head, momentarily wondering what she was referring to, but soon enough he was grinning and shaking his head as he formulated an assumption. "Hah, is he? I never looked." Of course his mind went there to that dark and dirty ol' place in which he frequently frolicked. "I sure do," he followed up, boasting that his package was worth signing for. "But I don't share nothin' with folks outside the crew —" it was odd but true even for this topic "— and I ain't gonna sit here and lay out all the other benefits to ye. If ye were a terror of the seas then ye know, and ye either want that life or ye don't." Raptor looked at her pointedly with raised brows and a devilish smirk.

He finished with another boast — but it was a very important detail too.

"Also I'm one of the best rum makers around. I ain't got the Killdevil surname for nothin'.