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

There was that idiotic smile again.

Ford forced the edges of his mouth to curl upward, not to match the expression of sheer ineptitude, but to show that Rannveig brought him 'joy'. In truth, the warhound thought that the premise of such an emotion was base and had no place in his arsenal. He knew that acting on rationality and logic was the only appropriate way to behave. It was a shame that others were so emotionally motivated.

Rannveig lunged from his position in the water, aiming to strike against the swarthy brute. The titan waited until he had no further room to play and forced himself into the deeper parts of the water. The sandy foothold gave out on him and disappeared. It had faded to nothing but saline water and reaching seaweed. Ford swam and then dove beneath the swell to avoid the next wave that moved for the shore.