Stavanger Bay Now we are ready to sail for the Horn

"Right?" The lass laughed as he squabled up some of the fresh treasure that scuttled around the waters. They surely will be a fine meal once on shore. Some locations always held their own secrets; some held the beauty at dawn, the wonder of the stares, the taste of gems, but other were simple fine in a luxury dinner. Though the sea was often difficult in that particular department, Norsamu's tongue lapped at her maw and tasted the nausaus salt of the waters. She even swallowed some earlier, she could bet her stomach would not do good later. Ah, if only she had that rum she had earlier to wash it all down! Maybe the lass will shed some manly tears later for such a loss... Though she could never do that in front of this new mate- he seems like a swell man. Gotta make good impressions, aye?

The white maned wolf thought for a moment, "have ya heard of the merfolk tears? Lots of shit 'bout them, but they say em' tears are colorful shards that wash on shore." Her definition of treasures come in many different ways. Norsamu sometimes simply hunts for the 'beaut of the scene, or the gold of a cavern. She always seems to follow 'rumors' or even 'lores,' and finding the true treasure behind the words. It was what her past mates used to do, they didn't seem to look for particular treasure, but they kept following rumors and stories of such a place, hoping the area really contains treasure. They didn't really find a scenary all that refreshing, those lads preferred materialisic goods... Such as this rumor supposedly has. She don't remember if they ever found a mermaid's tear, if they did it was before she was old enough to be even born.

"S'posedly ya find them on beaches. Such a shame can't seem to find, ah!" She dramatically sighed to the skies in anguish, as there seemed to be no sparkle within the sands. Though as the emotion was exaggerated, it changed into a laughter, as she simply cackled at the situation rather then be actually sad. How lame would that be? Though not a shine or an unusual color was spotted, so where could the merfolk tears be hiding? Maybe those damn sharkwolves took them. Ain't a lot of information on those seawolves, but where else was the wolf supposed to put blame? Her wicked thoughts toward an innocent bunch seemed to anger the sea once more, as the tides smacked at her mouth, giving a taste of the 'delicious and refreshing' sea. If her stomach doesn't die later from all the ingested salt, she will be in fact either finding rum, or using every little brain power she has to make it.

"Also em' rum... Wolves on the shores shared a mighty drink before bein' slaughtered. Sounds like a refreshing time away from these waters. Ah, that is a treasure i'd take any day."