Stavanger Bay barnacle bill

He slinked in late, having been slow to rouse himself to move as he continued to wrestle with his inner turmoil. He drew to a stop at the rear of the crew and took a seat, expressionless and quiet.

Perhaps he ought to have been somewhere forward, nearer to Smokestep and Roz, but as he looked upon the faces gathered and realized how little he knew of them, how many names he did not know, he grimaced. He was hardly deserving of his title, let alone a place up front.