Stavanger Bay lament of the highborne

She was an adventurer, a wanderer, and a pirate of the lands and sees. The weather, pounded at her side as they wanted to wisp her to the netherlands, but she had her fair share of these gnarly storms, and did not give in to it's winds. Though so close to the waters, she would surely be pulled into the tides as the thunder cackles behind from her misfortune, but alas, she wouldn't let it get the last laugh. A madman, or mad woman, as she held the infamous grin of mischief, and trouble as she held to the shores, glaring at the sky above in challenge. How fun, Norsamu thought, and how exciting will it be, when treasure washes from this.

She wasn't alone wandering, but many had beat her to what arrived. The rest of the group, some who she met, but many who she has. Their eyes all drew to one picture, a monster of familiarity, but teeth she does not wish to meet under. It thrashed and wailed, and chomped the airs, but no one got close, and one one did anything to it, yet. Her eyes blazing, looked at Ford in wonder to what he would do, for she only had one desire; fight it. Foolish, and death-seeking, but Norsamu wishes for the trouble. How fun, it would be, she thought.

"Nay, should nab it. A mighty dinner, aye?" When one spoke up to help, she motioned her own idea in. Help a monster? Nay! What a foolish idea! It's a treasure the storms have given them, a feast from neptune's table. Shouldn't let it go to waste. A temptation hung from her gaze, as she thought regardless, to grab a chunk of out it, a trophy for the day.