Hey! He had a lot of shit to keep him entertained! The amount of times he tried to not-die from certain wild life that would love to take a bite out of this beautifully fine tail? The ships that tried to harpoon him? The fishermen that tried to net him? A son who liked to get way too close to everything, including the deadly stuff? Yeah, his life wasn't boring, Mr. Sandwalker. It was just fine, with different dangers and different hobbies, but it wasn't dull.

"Okay, you being stabbed? Not fun. You being a dick about this? Even less fun." Want the scowl? Get the scowl. "But our life isn't bad! I know it seems shitty right now, but..."

His hands clenched in the rocks. "I mean, I'm trying to fucking help! I'm not the one that threw you off a ship! What else do you want me to do?!"