Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

Ford thought nothing of the idea that some would live and die where they were born. He anticipated that there would be many like that in the terrain they were trekking. Some who would never know the inspiration of venturing across miles and miles of foreign land with no real direction in mind. He would silently think lesser of them for it, but it was not likely that he would ever share these thoughts with them. In truth, the titan thought most of his peers to be lesser creatures; they had so little to prove in comparison. He had learned well how to curb the sharpness of his tongue.

In that, Ford was less like his father.

Having turned, the savage hound caught sight of his brother and the idiotic smile that was offered. Inwardly, he cursed the lackadaisical stupidity of Rannveig. Outwardly, Ford offered a soft smile and turned to face front once more. He picked up his pace some, knowing that the dredge would do well on the shore. The titan was eager to close the space that stretched ahead of them. More than this, he was eager to bathe in the sea.