Stavanger Bay we are dogs of the sea

Fun was probably not how he would have described the culture behind the rift. It would inspire greatness inside of them, and if she thought that this would be an enjoyable thing... well, he could not fault her there. The titan believed that it would be a difficult task, but they were all perfectly capable – even those who had joined them with great disabilities. In this, Ford also believed that they would shine much brighter when they had completed the challenges before them. No matter what it was that pushed her to continue on her path, so long as she did not back down... he would not care. They all had differences in what they believed created a spice in life.

As they continued their trek along the beach, the pirate turned to him and inquired as to what she would be considered in their fold. She claimed that she was a warrior and barbarian. Ford glanced toward her frame and nodded his head softly. He knew nothing about the strength of others when he had not sparred with them himself. If this was her aspiration, then she would have a very challenging and enjoyable direction to follow. “You are a Ceto,” he explained to her with a ghostly smile. “You are a physical aspirant and will follow the path of those who prefer brawn over brain.”