Stavanger Bay zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children

Rosalyn opted to give the newcomer a rundown of what was to be expected and Smokestep was pleased with her answer. He demonstrated this in a small nod of his head and a wink toward the reddish woman. Their lifestyle was a simple one, but there were key elements that – if ignored – could result in the death of those who were unaware. The pale Captain appreciated that Roz had mentioned this important portion of joining their crew. Once she had finished with the spiel, he fixed his mismatched gaze on their pale companion and smiled softly.
 
“Ye seem a good fit, then lass,” he remarked with a sure bob of his head. “Welcome to the Ironsea crew. Would ye like the grand tour?” Motioning toward their land with a swinging of his head, the yearling admired his claim. It would treat them well if they treated it with respect, at least that was what his father had always said about the bay. They could survive for quite some time there. If the crew was strong and the land provided them with means of survival, they would be there for the rest of his life.