Perhaps I am a corsair

Sparrow came back to the ship and even she wasn't sure why. Her legs led her here more than her mind. She saw two of the pups on the ship and paid them no heed- the sight was so normal- until she realized that no, they had moved away from there, so it wasn't entirely normal anymore. They were debating becoming pirates again and Sparrow stopped for a moment. She'd love to go back in time, but that didn't change anything. She cleared her throat to get their attention, "What's even the difference?" she asked. "Between a raider and a pirate, I mean." She hadn't been a raider long enough- or sober enough- to know the difference yet. She eyed the bottles the pups- wait they weren't pups anymore, were they- had pulled. "And I think those are mine," she said flatly, like it was a fact. It wasn't. They'd know it wasn't. "But I might be inclined to share."