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

He could feel her gaze on him as he tried many times to catch a reasonable fish — or really any fish at all. It’s quite hilarious but when he does it finally all she says is Fish a few times a week and come back with a bigger one. Something he can’t quite deny the alphess. So of course he smiles to her with a curt nod of his head. 

“Will do.” Is what he says, confirming her words. He’d get better and he’d show her. Like a little pup showing his mom how good they’re getting at hunting and the such. It’s not demeaning as some would think, she is only trying to make him better. He sees this and recognizes it for what it is. 

Handsome face smiling softly to her he cocks his head. “I will meet you by the end of the week with a fish to blow you away then.” He jests, voice sickeningly smooth, deep. He turns to look down the long line of the beach, his lightening struck back facing her now. “A shark. Yeah, I’ll catch a shark. Easy.” He hums almost to himself.