Stavanger Bay barnacle bill

While Hexe was not particularly inclined to like or feel anything for anybody (here or out there - all the same to her), then she had some level respect to the pallid leader. And something inkling to being her favorite among the crew, because he was a skilled hunter. And more often than not - where he was, there was sure to be food as well. 

Because of this she tried very hard to listen, what he had to tell. Were he older and wiser, he would not have made the mistake of speaking too long or too elaborately. A simple one word sentance would have conveyed the message much better to her than this, where despite the best efforts she lost him after "a lotta things", not hearing his voice anymore, but keeping her gaze fixed on his muzzle. The talking went on and on, and on - Hexe's gaze gradually grew more absent and her head began to sink lower. 

She caught herself just before her jaw hit the ground, rallied herself back into a position and shook her head. Then a hopeful glance to the rest of the crew and the captainship the last - were they done talking?