Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

The dark brute had been born in times of war. He had been taught to fight since the day his wobbly legs had held him upright. Even the appearance of the inky titan suggested that he was a creature fused with bloodlust and anger. But there was a substantial difference in his nature once he was under the swell. The intensity of his gaze did not soften, but the movements of his limbs became poetry. He was a shadow suspended in the water, eyes locked on the pale woman who had bravely accompanied him into the depths. The green-eyed witch had trusted him. The wraith could not have expressed the emotion that beat in his chest, and so he excused it. Gracefully, the great predator used his limbs to propel himself forward a short distance into the darker parts of the water.
 
The fish darted around their bodies as if they were curious to the two creatures who had invaded their home. His vision followed their movements with a quiet reverence. More bubbles arose from his nostrils and he quickly pushed himself to the surface of the water to swallow the air outside. It did not last long, though; for the moment he had filled his lungs, the titan dove back into the sea and swam deeper. With a curious glance towards his pearl of a companion, he gestured for her to follow.