Stavanger Bay Shaded me on summer days

He assumed as much given one of their previous conversations, but at least it had been said. Raptor did not want to hunt anyone down, he was no killer at all, and he liked to think he stood some chance at a life beyond these shores if he continued to, well, suck at being a pirate. He nodded in agreement, unable to say a word before she proposed another question. One that, for Raptor, was another concern.

"I would think so." Most of the crew (he assumed) were more piratey than perhaps him. More coarse as it were. "That's what pirates do, eh?" Raptor laughed, cutting it short. "Look, I'll level with you Roz. I ain't no killer." It occurred to him at that precise moment that Roz had no idea about his whole fuck up with Wylla. Maybe she did not need to know right now or right ever. "I can steal the whiskers off your face though and I'd be down for that."

The sable wolf twitched his tail and canted his head a bit.