Stavanger Bay rows of houses sound asleep

He considered her words, and turned them over to process their worth. The logic ran sound, and Gallows decided he would continue these thoughts once he settled somewhere quiet and alone. Her name almost slipped unheard through the night, and perhaps for another so deep in thought, it would have - but as a medic, he had learned to concentrate, and to listen all the same.

"That reasoning makes right sense to me." Gallows had already given his name, so he simply took the time to remember hers. "Rosalyn. Flows well from the tongue." He canted his head and offered a boyish grin, "near like the waves themselves." He'd hardly been bothered by his lack of knowing; Gallows had met some pirates who'd held their monikers so close, they'd lived and died as the only souls who'd ever known them. Even now he wondered if Roz's name was the one of her heart, or if she had concealed that from him. He wouldn't blame her - he was a mere sprout here, after all - and he trusted a day would come when she would make that known. "You must have a fair history with the sea behind you, or some mighty works, if the Captain's seen it fit with him to trust you as his second."