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

It was lame but it worked. He could see the fire simmer enough that he dared to creep closer and seat himself. Raptor licked his lips as she growled about Rosalyn, still unsure of how best to the approach his companion and struggling to form a meaningful opinion on any of it. "Did you... want to be First Mate?" He asked, canting his head. "I mean... It's good not to have responsibilities," he added. "Run around and eat, not have to worry about too much stuff..." Raptor shifted his paws in the sand and rolled his shoulders, holding back any commentary on how he felt about his own rank for the time being.