Stavanger Bay Troverai quella mia timidezza

LOL it's ok, I love him and his backstory!

Frankly, he was enchanted. He had always had a vague and romantic image of the ocean in his head - something kitsch and idyllic, at times roughshod and adventurous - but the lives of the coastal wolves seemed as hectic as the ones inland. All stop-motion fussing over this and that.

The traveler impressed him; he had always envied self-made men. Perhaps envy wasn't the right word, but it was close.

Pier blinked as the conversation pivoted to him.

My name, he pursed his lips. My name is Pier. What's yours? Or shall I keep calling you the traveler?

For a few moments he stewed in silence as he planned his sentences. In the end the tone of his voice was self-effacing and somewhat confessional.

To be honest, my father had a lot of power. I grew up kind of like a prince. But after childhood, he fell ill. So for him and my family I did nothing but grunt work for years... and there were many unpleasant things.

Actually, I had to leave because of a revolution. A coup, if you like. If I returned now, they would have my head. To them I represent all the sins of what came before.

He took a measured breath, and smiled mirthlessly. So it's true, you're talking to a criminal now.