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“Aye.”

Smokestep could not read Raptor's expression, but he assumed that his companion would find the rule a suitable one for their crew. Regardless of this, the pale corsair would not have changed his ruling even if Raptor had seen fit to be aggravated by it. All the while, he thought of his sister and how he would never allow another creature to degrade her because she was female. Sandpiper was just as much pirate as the rest of them, and he wished for every woman to have the same opportunity that she had. The pale brute knew better than to judge a beast based on their gender alone, and he knew that while females were beautiful to look at, they had sharp tongues and were capable of holding their own.

“Right then, er... are ye sure ye need berries fer the rum, mate? Nothin' else will do?” the Captain changed the subject back to their original topic of conversation. To be fair, he was far more interested in the prospect of having grog than he was with toying the idea of wenches on his crew. It had been some time since he had tasted Raptor's elixir and he was more than eager to get back to their roots. Granted, Smokestep knew nothing about the creation process, and he lacked all of the imagination for what would taste good in rum, so he stared blankly at his sable partner and refrained from salivating.