Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

“Aye... here we is,” he agreed with a solemn nod of his head. Spring would be around the corner in several months, and he was sure that it would bring with it a plethora of items to be used for rum and grog. If they kept a stock of it, the next winter would not be so difficult on them. “I've got faith in ye, Rap. Ye'll find somethin' to keep ye busy,” he said with a sure nod and a smile. Suffice to say, once the sable-pelted wolf inquired about Sandpiper, that smirk sank from his features and left him with a gaping jaw and shocked expression. Both eyes were trained on his companion with a fierce disbelief. His sister? Off limits? At first, the inquiry didn't register appropriately in his mind. Smokestep was imagining that Raptor would turn Piper into rum, and found the image both strange and disgusting. She was a bit too briny for his liking, anyway.

When the question did finally sink in, the corsair recoiled a bit and shook his head. “Wot? Wot did ye... blow me down, Raptor, yer jokin' aren't ye?” he asked the other male incredulously. A selfish and jealous bubble began to grow inside of him. A fierce sort of desire to keep his sister hidden away from anyone, but he knew that this was an unrealistic goal. In hindsight, Smokestep did realize that Raptor and Piper had spent a great deal of time together since they'd landed in the bay. Unable to conjure a proper response, he waited to see if the sable pirate would respond.