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

Boneheaded as he was, even Raptor could tell how much his companion was warring with herself to keep her composure and put on a tough front. He was quiet as he gazed upon her, for he felt that he was looking upon himself in that moment. The corsair licked his lips, turning his eyes thoughtfully to the shoreline as he considered what to say, and what if anything to share with her, before he looked back to her.

"Nope," he agreed. "I mean it's just a title," he shrugged casually. "It only means what anyone believes it to mean. So what if she goes 'round callin' herself First Mate. You're still your brother's sister, and you can still look out to him, right? Not having some words attached to yer name don't mean you can't suddenly do what you would have done if'n ye did have them..."

If Raptor came across the least bit sage, it was accidental. He half-smiled at her, sheepishly thumping his tail as he grasped to cheer her up.