Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

@Smokestep

Raptor was not inclined to be dutiful (though he benefitted from being tasked — it kept him from becoming bored and therefore kept him out of [most] trouble) but he earned his keep nonetheless. No prey, no pay. He patrolled the gunwales¹ and sprinkled his urine between the cursory marks that Smoke had set to further define and strengthen their claim. He did so in classic Raptor fashion: he made a game of it by trying to hit higher on each tree and attempting to make patterns on boulders. He enjoyed this but patrolling was not his preferred line of work and he hurried to complete it.

The corsair steered himself back toward to the shore when he had finished the loop, where he stood in the middle of the bay and wondered where the best place for a keg² would be. Raptor grumped at the thought, flattening his ears and crinkling his nose. It had been a long time since he had a drop of rum, and it would be a while yet before he had another. He was a master crafter but his skills did him no good without proper ingredients, and the winter season bore no such fruit (literally).

"Baw!" Raptor exclaimed, swatting the sand with his paw.

¹ borders
² a place where rum is made and stored