Stavanger Bay good morning sea witches

set for December 31st
@Sentinel

Not many were morning dogs, but Norsamu was one of them, somewhat. It took a lot of effort to wake her up, as the large pirate could sleep through a war, but once her sunset gaze opened wide, she had the energy of a horse. Even in the morning one could hear her loud morning ritual, a song of the seas, the sea shanties of the laddies, "We are outward bound for Kingston town,"

"With a heave-o, haul!
And we'll heave the old wheel round and round
Good morning ladies all!"

What was to be for today? She thought of perhaps a fish would be a fine meal on this day, but she forgotten winter is among them! Her beautiful white mane would freeze into icicles if the air was cold enough, but she also didn't want to admit herself to be a pansy.. Though if she brought a mighty deer from some place, a stag to be exactly, then that would overcome a measly fish! Though Norsamu doesn't really know where any herds would play, a key issue, "And when we get to Kingston town!"

"With a heave-o, haul!
Oh, 'tis there we'll drink and sorrow drown
Good morning ladies all!"

Ah be damned, for now enjoy a good morning stroll, and maybe she'll come to a decision. Though fishing does sound pretty rad.