Cerulean Cape High maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

She might have forgotten their squabble but he hadn't.

Raptor had returned home and worked his teeth across his half of the bone until his gums were sore and bleeding. In the following days he had busied himself around the crew's claim as a means of coping with the crippling guilt that had lodged in his breast like the splintered end of the rib Wylla had brandished at him. But, distracted and forlorn, the sable corsair had made several dispiriting blunders in his endeavors; a spry coyote had even managed to pilfer a plump gull straight from his jaws. It had been enough to wholly sour him and send him spoiling for a win down the cape — and headlong into what promised to be another wreckful encounter.

The lure of carrion brought him down the shore.

Then the sight of her stopped him in his tracks.

"Why can't you just disappear!"