Gilded Bay a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary

A clam, how disappointing... Norah would have been more impressed, if he had had a roasted steak instead of a single oyster, no lemon and wine. "Can't say I have," she shook her head in response, sitting down and wrapping her tail over her toes daintily, giving an air of innocent and curious princess, when a shark was lurking beneath the charming appearance. 

"But you seem to know a lot," she observed and smiled at him appraisingly. "And the pools must have plenty of food - how else would you be in such a good overall shape," Norah went on. "What's the secret in them? All I see from here is sand and water, and some weeds."