Stavanger Bay but albert with one aimed harpoon ignited their rum with a spark

He kept after her stubbornly, determined to try to... what? Console her? Raptor was not even sure. He simply felt a need to pursue his companion and be there in whatever capacity, even though there was a persistent thought burning at the back of his head that told told him Rosalyn had won the duel fair and square, and that Sandpiper needed to toughen up and get on with her life. That this was part of being a pirate as far as he knew.

Raptor ground to a halt when at last she slowed and whirled on him. He tucked his ears back, lowered his head and wagged his tail at his heels. He really was not sure what to do next, so he offered her a sheepish sort of half-grin and replied with the first lame joke that sprang to mind.

"Yer still my first mate..."