Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

the woman looked down at the crab wth something in her eyes, perhaps defeat and perhaps amusement; vegas could not tell. She uttered a few words in a language that vegas was lost on, causing him to cant his head to one side out of curiosity. 

before he could ask her about her strange manner of speech, however, she addressed him with a half smile.

you have to have able to uh, crach their shells open. their meat is good, especially the legs, and fun to chew on. a small, soft snicker left his lips. he quieted when she referred to him as "ocean man," and felt a sense of pride swell in his chest. he had been by the sea for a month or so, but the idea that he could be deemed a dweller of the ocean was a happy one.

my name is Vegas, miss. and yours?