Stavanger Bay omerta

set after he comes back from the island with seaweed in his mouf

he spat the grog from his mouth, curling his tongue as he winced from the brine that barbed it. his trek to the island had not been entirely disappointing (except for discovering that maude was decidedly not female) and despite that mood-killer, his spirits were not dampened.

"OIYE!" he bellowed in his loudest, most obnoxious voice. "SPECK'LEH SKINNEE BOY N' BIG STRIPEY BOSS!" he meant szymon and skellige of course -- "OI'VE GOT YER SEEWEEDS." his jaws closed with a clap and a long length of drool expunged from his hanging jowls as he awaited what he believed was a well deserved audience.