Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

There was that topic again.

Raptor twitched an ear and cast his eyes around them. He need not wonder what else he could use to make rum, he had already done so and came up with nothing.

"Not that I know of." He answered. "I use berries and fruits — apples and the like. Some honey too. Kept a store o' the stuff back the old ship t'get through the winter with but..." Raptor trailed off with a shrug, facing Smokestep with a half grin. "Here we is." The only reason his expression was so relaxed was that, while Raptor could scheme no other method for producing rum, he had landed upon the idea that he could make some other drink. That he could invent something entirely different, entirely new, something to call his own. Something that would help him feel a little less uneasy about the rum situation.

"But don't worry yer tail, Cap'n... I'll see what else I can rig up, aye."

Brushing that topic aside before his insecurity washed over the bow like a rogue wave and sank his composure, Raptor blurted out the first question that came to mind, just for the sake of switching subjects.

"So yer sister... off limits?"