Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

He hums thoughtfully at her answer. “That’s unfortunate. I cannot stop thinking about God. I can’t and will never be able to escape him.” He say to her easily, a hint of something in his voice that might be slightly off. As if God has kidnapped him and unwilling to release him from his clutches.

Yet he doesn’t dwell on it long and he’s tilting his head at the sound of her next words. “Ah, you want proof then.” Comes a monotone reply. Then his smile is tilting up teasingly and his deep voice sounds playful, much different from his previous tone. “Then you will get it.” Is is closing sentence.

He nods to her and begins languidly padding to the shore, wading into up up to his chest. The fish are used to these rough waters, so his first few steps are unlikely to spook them for long. O’Mally stands just looking down into the water patiently. Then he sees a streak of silver and he’s launching down, head and shoulders diving into the water. When he comes up with clenched teeth, he realizes that he has nothing in his maw. 

How fucking embarrassing.

He laughs at himself with a brief look back to Umbra. “Like I said: practice makes perfect.” He sighs. “Again then.”

Rinse and repeat except the second time he’s emerging with a smaller medium size fish. Smiling around it he trots over to the dark temptress and drops its body before her. Looking to her with a shrug and a winning smile that makes his handsome face glow. “Could’ve been better, but it’s honest work.” He chuckles.