Stavanger Bay sound of silence

Clings like the mud. Arrluk said with a small smirk on his face. The Bayou was a dangerous place. Filled with many to be eaten but many which could also kill you, so he had been told. Between gators, venomous reptiles and all the swarms of bugs. Yet also the sounds of frogs, crickets, fish at the water's surface, it had its own melody. His father had been born there, but he did nit speak of it much, in favor of his time living in islands. 

Who knows, maybe I'll come around one. I'm heading off on 'my journey' mom calls it. My brother's and I. To sooth our hearts and find our path to manhood. Arrluk's shoulders rolled. Maybe Rodyn knew of it? Had any pointers?