Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Charon. Somehow the name suited the boy, but in what way Mordecai couldn't have said. It was just that sort of sensation left behind when something just seemed right. Perhaps it was truly something he would have expected his brother to name his children, or at the very least a son. But there was no flash of recognition to the name; all Mordecai had ever known was how many of them there had been. What he didn't know was what had become of the little family within the Bay, or how many of them were left.

"Osprey has less to deal with than I did," was his first rejoinder because at the time, it was true. "When you were born I had a pack to worry after, I couldn't be away for long or I would have came sooner." He had no doubt that it would only spur more questions, inevitably turning an already confusing story into a monster of a tale not easily quelled. "Where is your mother? Your siblings?" Was it possible that Charon was the only one left there? Mordecai wanted to inquire about what had happened, but did not for simple tactics on getting the boy to open up to him. It would have been relatively easy for Charon to tell him then and there to go away and turn tail. To follow him in that instance would only cause more trouble than it was worth.