Sea Lion Shores emigration tunes

murgash flipped a torn ear towards her, catching the somewhat hardly-veiled tone of her voice. as if feather collecting was a thing where she came from and he was the halfwit -- apparently, both were true. when she turned to face him whatever conviction he had made prior about her being the most beautiful thing was triplicated intensely.

forget lagertha - forget doe - forget even that coyote that teased him on the strand -- this lady was his newest conquest, he knew it.

he better not mess up his chances by saying anything rash. that was, until she mentioned his accent. what? his ears flipped forward in self-importance. how dare! as far as he was concerned, she was the one with the accent! "it's for a charm hope'fully." he replied back, somewhat ironically. "ye want to see wot else is charmin' about ole murgy?" he grinned widely, drool effusing through his crooked teeth.

so much for not saying anything stupid.