I seen the way you been glarin' at the ratboys on deck. Well, let me warn you: lay a hand on 'em, and their prickly hide'll be the last thing your meaty digits ever touch.
Qiqirn have their place on a ship, as does a helmsman or a cook. Them sniffers they got can tell when trouble's brewin', and them claw o' theirs'll rip clean through a fishback's fins. That, and they make for decent fare when a ship's larder's spent. Heheheh.