Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

He is both surprised and not surprised when she carelessly shoots down his question to instead try her luck at interrogating him. Her question almost makes him laugh, but of course he doesn’t want to show any disrespect.

“Of course I can.” Is his easy response. “Why would I not be able to? I’ve been swimming a majority of my life, as I said, I lived in the coast after all.” He smiles to her and dips his head conversationally. “You need not worry about my ability to fight the sea, for not one of us are strong enough to survive it if it really wants to take us.” His baby blues look at her own. “That is the will of God is it not?”