Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

Eti gave a wry chuckle. True enuff. I 'ave met a few like dis as well. Dey usually cowards deep down.

Eti sighed softly at the mention of the coast. He should go visit. They weren't far, not really. It might do him some good.

He notoced the hesitation. But it wasn't his place to question.

i be from de coast
Born dere. Left a'en my granme Roz doed. Too muc' deat'