Stavanger Bay wish we could turn back time

open, but hoping for @Blurryface post thread w blackbeard... also @Gristle is always welcome!

Wednesday moved toward the place where that man who called himself Blackbeard had informed her to head. The name fit for the scraggle of black at his chin... 'Whitey' seemed to fit her just as well, given her own coloration. And so Wednesday-turned-Whitey moved along the shoreline, seeking the very individual Blackbeard had told her of. Along the way she had not noted Gristle, but she was certain the man would find her. He always managed to, and it was never a secret.

In any case, she plowed on along. The sun was falling and she scrutinized the coast. She had never lived beside the sea before. The dry canyon or else a forest was what she was used to, but the sea? This was new.