Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

The words that fell from her lips were foreign to him. He watched her with blinking, attentive eyes but she did not seem to want to translate. Instead of inquiring, he cast the words aside, wondering what she had meant when she spoke them. She did not seem the type to scorn him in a language he did not understand. But before long, the thought of her unknown words had left his mind and he had turned his attention back to the lapping of the water against his neck and chest. There was a comfort there that could not be explained to one who had not felt it before. The black savage simply belonged.
 
“Fish are fast,” he remarked quietly, turning his gaze to the waters with an intense stare. “They’ll dart from you before you even get your head beneath the surface of the water.” Looking to her expectantly, the titan lifted his brows and without proper instruction, breathed air into his lungs and plunged beneath the water. From underneath, it was clear to him, and he could see the prey as they lazily swam about near the sand underneath the placid sea. Like he had known nothing but water all his life, the dark monster swam forward, kicking his powerful legs in the direction of the fish. In turn, they began to move and dart about. Their sharp fins made them quick in that environment.
 
With a quick snap of his jaws, the silver-ribbed male just missed his intended target. His eyes quickly sought another that haphazardly began to dash towards the surface. Following the movements of the fish, Skellige parted his jaws and clasped tightly to the frantic swimmer, allowing the momentum to carry him back to the surface of the water, fish in jaws. Once he had emerged, his eyes sought the white beauty who had surely remained chest-deep in the sea.