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

"i understand." freedom was what had made the siblings leave the island, strike out on their own in search of a new and fierce paradise, one that held history for their clan. he could not fault norsamu for the same, nor for being wary of casting in her lot with those she did not know. she was a pirate, after all, and they did not survive long without a certain canny nature.
"we are stormrift. my brother ford leads us. but enough about his mug," velen crowed lowly. "found some old ivory down the beach, not far from here. it isn't whalebone nor something from a fish. care to take a look?" in truth, it was a goodly portion of narwhal horn, but velen could not recall having seen one of those before, and was eager to know what the clearly well-traveled norsamu would make of the strange object.