Stavanger Bay Mr.Boombastic

Engel chuckled along. He gave a lot of nicknames to others...well, most of the time. If he was ever given the chance he would even probably call him Smokey, or Smokin...but to Engel that would have a whole other meaning. 

"Oh please, I'm not that good." He recalled the shanty Awinita had sung. And the conversation afterwards. "Well I could make a good shantyman...but you know who has real potential? Awinita, she has a lot let me tell ya. Her voice, it's like the angels from the heavens, with the calm of the sea on a good summer's day." Perhaps he was giving her a bit too much praise, perhaps not. He thought she deserved it though.