Stavanger Bay zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children

“Right then,” he said in a bright tone. The pale corsair then swung his head in the direction they were intended to travel and expected the two of them to follow. The length of his limbs made for great strides, which he slowed for the benefit of the two women with him. “If ye like a fight, we ought to have good trades fer ye to pursue,” he encouraged her with a smile. Of course, the pale girl hadn’t really stated that she enjoyed fighting as much as she had said she was good at taking a beating. Smokestep enjoyed filling in the blanks with assumptions, so he let the offer stand.
 
The trio trekked across the beach and he motioned toward the forested back. “We’ve got a speck o’ forest fer ye to find some shade. A series o’ caves not too far down the beach,” he swung his head to the west of where they walked. “Plenty o’ sand an’ sunshine, and the best water ye’ve ever seen.” A glow of pride crossed his features as he gazed out to the lapping ocean waves.