Stavanger Bay Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart

The Captain's crew was already a mess. He trudged across the sands of the bay with a scowl and a bristle to his pelt. Nothing had soothed him after having witnessed Roz's overtaking. Smokestep hurt for his sister and his own pride. It was unimaginable that a Cairn would have fallen to such a challenge, but fall she had. It had left him in a state of disarray that he was not quite capable of dealing with. Skellige had never mentioned these types of turmoil when he had exaggerated the making of the Blackrock wolves. The dark leviathan had made it seem so simple, but it had been anything but simple.

With an effort to avoid Rosalyn, the pirate glanced toward the waters and debated the thought of fishing. In a matter of time, he found that his luck had run dry. The dark reddish brown pelt was there, and not too far from him. He glanced her way with a curled lip and then away from her. Mixed emotions clouded his judgment, but he would always value his sister above anyone else, including Rosalyn.