Stavanger Bay that still only counts as one

velen smirked; her laugh was easy, racuous. and strangely undeterred by her lack of treasure-finding, even though she had described such brilliant things to him before. he kept an easy pace with the fierce corsair, cocking his head to one side with a sly grin. "well. stormrift lives. my brother rannveig is as handsome as ever. and ford, our mighty protector." 
"the sea rose up not long ago and tossed a bunch of fish right at us. so that was pretty sweet," velen crowed, chittering a sideways glance at the waves. "and soon spring will be here." spring; warmer waters and simpler times, or so the boy hoped.