Stavanger Bay life is like a box of chocolates

And so they decided to put off the task until the coming of spring. Which was for the better since, after all, the waters would be far more pleasant then. Not only that, but Charon perked up, now cheerful at the prospect of talking about his passion with a like-minded individual.

And oh, did Charon have passion for the stars. Aesop nodded along, making approving sounds in the back of his throat. "Don't know the viking stories, so you've got the advantage there. We tell different stories in the Southern plains where I come from. You'll have to tell me that one sometime, and show me these eyes," he said. The second part intrigued him more, because the stories held only half of Aesop's love. He loved the stars more for their ability to tell what was to come. "That's 'cuz they are, kiddo. If you know your stuff, they can tell you all sorts of, uh, things. Can tell you if there's gonna be good huntin', good weather. If things'll go wrong or right. A whole lotta wisdom in the stars, since they've seen a whole lot. Good on you for noticin' that they're tryin' to tell you things." Much of his life had been devoted to the activity, and though sometimes the stars lied, he found that they had been true to him.