Stavanger Bay Troverai quella mia timidezza

Nonsense, he says. One grand, sweeping word to describe it, followed by the little details that hid beneath the veil.
The seasman nodded with a thoughtful hum. That doesn’t sound all too pleasant. It’s no wonder why he’d left. He must’ve slipped away as soon as he was able. Ah, but that wasn’t the case was it? He was forced to leave, that’s what he’d told. Valentine couldn’t help but wonder why. It’s a question he’d keep to himself for now.
It doesn’t sound all too different from where I’d come from. There’s always some petty squabble or fights over this that or the other. He waved a paw as he spoke. But, ah, no revolutions or anything of the sort. At the end of the day we have eachothers backs, despite being at eachothers throats.