Stavanger Bay And all I am is all I could not mention

murgash trailed slowly after the female, watching her as she waded through the riffling waves. like doe, and starbuck, and just about every woman murgash had ever laid eyes on, he found her very visually pleasing. so pleasing he was struck with a need to be close to her, though he did not make much move to touch her.

he lapped at the water playfully, sneezing at the brine as it assaulted his senses. "oi'd rather put somethin else on moi hed." he suggested cheekily, sending her a sly wink with one nearly-concealed eye. "oi'm murgash - wot's det language ye be talkin' to yeself in?"