Stavanger Bay good morning sea witches
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set for December 31st
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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.
Sea Shanties
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
To be rollicking randy dandy-O!
billions of lighthouses stuck at the far end of the sky
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the golden mayfair retires mere hours before the sun's debut most nights, often watching the stars late into the night; it follows that he rises quite late in the morning most days — but not today. his dreams — of snowy fur and ocean eyes and sweet whispered nothings — are pierced harshly by a rather loud voice, startling the boy awake rather unpleasantly. yelling? he thinks groggily, blinking bleary eyes rapidly as he shifts and lifts himself from the ground. no, not yelling — singing. he yawns, bronze-tipped ears folding against his skull as the singing seems to grow louder. it takes him a moment to decipher the direction of the voice, and he sets off immediately to find the offending packmate. he's not certain what he intends to do when he finds the source of the singing, as he can't exactly tell the other wolf to stuff it (as much as he wants to), but he's suddenly overwhelmed with the intense need to know who disturbs his slumber.
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The large lass of a pirate was to continue onward in her joyful song, though her sunset gaze had caught the sight of a golden boy, slinking moodily in the morning to her beautiful singing. Despite the perhaps annoyed nature the other head, she gave a grin, "Sup laddy, fine day, aye?" She was quite used to being loud and upbeat, that it was hard to imagine not many would be too pleased by the rambunctious morning. Then again even if she knew, Norsamu wouldn't care too much, as it ain't her problem they got a stick up their arse. She was friendly enough though, despite the rough thinking, that the maned behemoth moved herself closer to him, noticing he was quite small, and she may as well tower over him. It came to the point she even commented, "ya seem a wee bit small, ya eating enough?" And cackled jokingly after.
Sea Shanties
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
To be rollicking randy dandy-O!
billions of lighthouses stuck at the far end of the sky
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he comes upon a large wolf before long, a stranger to him but clearly a packmate by scent. he winces slightly at the loudness of her strangely-worded greeting, head tilting as he tries to decipher the meaning of half of them. the dark woman moves closer, and the immensity of her size strikes him all at once. it seems her thoughts are in a similar place; her next comment draws a distinctly unamused expression to the groggy mayfair's features. he sighs softly through his nose, pushing the irritation aside and attempting to adopt a friendlier demeanor. his own greeting comes a little belatedly in the form of a dip of his head, tail starting up a slow sway behind him. now to wait for her to realize there will be no response.
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She was thick-skinned enough to have the wince completely fly by, but she noticed other things. Norsamu gazed at him in wonder, waiting for a respond to never come, and only a series of different appearences showing itself. One which came with her comment, and she only laughed more at his unamused look, "Aye, don't be down! Don't be meanin' harm, just wonderin' if we should hunt em' sharks for ya to feast on." Surely some shark meat would give him some size, or perhaps go easy and stalk an elk. Eat what you hunt to gain their power, an amusing phrase some would say, "or ya prefer bein' a cute lil' thing."

Then she continued on with her own introduction, somewhat, "I'm Norsamu, ya a quiet lad aye? S'pose that means no name, a tricky situation ya?"
Sea Shanties
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
To be rollicking randy dandy-O!