Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

Raptor was not impressed (and downright agitated) to hear Roz babble back at the wolf. Mostly because he considered Roz to be one of them and had quickly and unfairly decided that this new chick was not — and how dare Roz fraternize with the enemy or perpetuate this rudeness. Raptor kept that sentiment to himself and all his judgement appeared to be aimed at Dakini. He wanted nothing more than to shut her down and send her off, but he let her flap her lips on and on without a remark and bore her nauseating sarcasm with an impassive face.

There was a rule among pirates. You didn't have to like your crew but you couldn't hurt them and you couldn't run them out just for being annoying or because you didn't like their stupid face. She was crew — somehow, and he wondered who the hell let her in — and another hand on deck just meant another wolf working to gather food and treasures. So he would be tolerant. Sort of. He would try.

She left and Raptor rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Must be slim pickin's fer crew out there," he sniggered. "Aye, well, I'm hungry too. Later, lasses," Raptor called over his shoulder as he headed away, blatantly in the opposite direction that Dakini had went.