Stavanger Bay a pirates return

id love another one tooo!

"Thank ya." She achieved the acceptance, and managed to get in ranks with the Stormrift gang. Her old pals, were one of loud and rough words, without an ounce of nobility like Ford before her, or delicacy. She has met others, and realized of the differents ways people spoke and acted, but never did she stuck around, to truly call them a 'crew' of her own. So she was excited, to gain companions once more to joke and laugh about, but she held a deep doubt, that refused to come to thought; if they don't meet what she desires, what will she do?

Well if anything, just give em' some rum and party for the nights. Sounds good, aye? "Sounds interestin' lad, got ya own culture? Good for ya." She knew of cultures, but didn't parcitipate in any. Her mind joked of neptune and poseidon, and the gods of the air, but really only slang she picked up. Norsamu didn't rely on any godly beings, nor' prayed to the heavens or had any traditions. She only knew some, for they helped the lore behind the rumors. What was being a mermaids tear, one says? They cry from a sailors heartbreak, and the harpies feathers drop as they feast on the heartbroken. Culture and rumors in her mind, were intertwined, but never experienced. Hoped it wasn't something lame as hell.

"Hell yeah laddy, tis' the good stuff. When ya fruit be here, we can feast!" Her last words outside of the territory, before officially stepping forward, and becoming one of the Stormrifts.