Stavanger Bay 22 (OVER S∞∞N)

here chan listen to this

 
The boy came to life with a rage-filled heart, and turned to glower upon Skellige with hateful turquoise eyes and a remark that was spoken through gritted teeth.  
 
There it was, he thought to himself with a cold curling of his lip. There was the rage – and the wraith was pleased to see it hold with such determination on the young lad's face. He would be certain to survive the drop. There would be no doubt that his silver-cloaked figure would wash ashore. Still, the child's question lingered in the air like a heavy fog. The leviathan did not feel as though he owed the young whelp an answer of any sort. Still, the memory of losing Sharkbait hung heavily over his mind, and the gashes that marked his shoulder were a constant reminder of the pain that he was to endure if he failed again to hold a child of the sea.  
 
Leaning forward, the brute furrowed his brows over his dark eyes and heaved a heavy breath through his nostrils so that the hot air plumed toward the young man's face. He wanted to know what Skellige wanted...  
 
"To baptize you," he gurgled with a quick lash of his tongue.