Stavanger Bay turn around unless you want to fornicate in the willows

Raptor took a long and deep breath that quivered as he drew it in. He bit his lip, looking up at his Captain and friend as he took a seat. There was a spark in his eye, and his tail started to thwap the ground with happy uncertainty. "I—" The sable corsair swallowed. He tried to hold his composure. He failed. He gushed. "I have a daughter!" He exclaimed, leaping back to his feet. His tail wagged energetically, and his mouth split in a broad and tongue-lolling grin. His expression was euphoria and sheepishness. "Ohhh she's just... she's so cute and she likes fish and I like fish... and she's mine and I just... I love her." He was brimming with joy, shaking with the power of it, no room in his mind for anything but the memory of meeting Tiercel.