Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

She made sense. She was right.

"Yeah, they did," he said. His brows furrowed and his eyes darkened. "I never saw anyone get hunted down and killed for abandoning ship... no one ever abandoned ship." But. It held on his tongue unspoken, that he had seen deeds done that previously left no doubt in his mind as to whether or not his Captain would do it. Though now he wondered, about his old Captain, and about Smokestep.

Raptor shook his head. "No. I was marooned," he admitted, so quick that it took a second for him to register that he had told her. He licked his nose. "I got lucky." He said, downplaying the tale rather than embellishing it. In that moment he could not feel the pride he once felt over his daring escape. "I got away and met Smokestep shortly after."