Coconut Grove don't you ever tame your demons

The inquiry that touched his ears forced them to swivel atop his crown. The wraith turned his skull to meet her gaze and he frowned. The grove had been a place he had easily considered, but his ambitions and the strange attachment he had formed to the bay would not allow him to rationalize it. Shaking his inky head in response, the sea king turned his muzzle down the shoreline and he gazed at some distant expanse of land.
 
“There is a bay, further down the shore,” he explained quietly, the timbre of his voice hitting the air with a peculiar force. “It is nestled on the other side of the woods. Two stone walls protect it.” That… that was where he wished to stake his claim. The wraith could not have imagined a better land. The rolling of the sands could be found nearly anywhere on the edge of the ocean waters, but it was only in the bay that he truly felt at peace.
 
“And where will you settle?” the salt-spattered king inquired of his present company.