Stavanger Bay barnacle bill

Rosalyn too acquiesced when Smokestep began, standing slightly behind him, to the side that Raptor was not.  She kept her eyes on the crew as he spoke, and while her ears twitched to hear some of what was said, she didn't comment.  

Hunted down and killed. Her gut twisted with the words, and she knew that on a core level she disagreed with them.  A pirate was for life, perhaps, but a crew should be a family because of a captain worth following, not a looming threat of death.  If they hadn't respected his words, the better that they left, and going hunting only took more away from their bay to seek deserters in the wilds.

She wondered briefly where he had picked up this notion; it seemed so off from the easygoing pirate who she'd assumed him to be.  But she was his second, and she couldn't question him in front of the crew.  Not now.  But perhaps later.

Newly disquieted, she kept her expresssion open, and nodded.  She would be around to answer any questions, but she secretly hoped none would come to her on that account.  Not until she'd had time to speak to their Captain about it.