Stavanger Bay The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored

"Ain't that a blessin'." Not many would be well with winter arriving! She jokingly thought, a toothy grin sprawling onto her face. Which he seemed to be quite well in, unlike herself who once thought she would be fine in such weather, started to complain about it. Norsamu moved along with him, all too happy to keep the joints going to ignore the winds that came with a shiver.

"Am' just a wanderer. Explorin' for em' rumors n' treasures, ya'know?" A fiery gaze wandered toward the waves, "mermaid tears, moon pearls, n all' the sorts. Adventures my lad." Thoouugh, not too successful. Moon pearls, yeah, already been found, but not the mermaid tears. Those bloody bastards are hard as hell to find, and so the search for those been unsuccessful. Was one of the reasons (excuses) to stay afloat in the bay, but now that winter approached, and the search has been for naught', she thought to move. At least have a nice chatter before driftin' off, Norsamu thought with a pleased grin.