Stavanger Bay we are dogs of the sea

Stormrift was not about having fun; it was not a pack for people to hop into and do what they wanted before skirting out. Things were to be expected from those who sought a place in the rift. It wasn’t a free-for-all, and it never would be. He could not hear the thoughts inside of the girl’s mind. If he could, perhaps he would have taken a far angrier tone with her. No matter what a pirate wished to have happen in their life, Ford had been clear about what was to be expected of her and of everyone else. The wolves of Stormrift were intended for great things, and he refused to fall short of that mark. If there was a chance that she would fight against the growth, he would show her out.
 
It seemed that she had found some interest in the challenge that he’d mentioned. The inky wraith turned his mismatched gaze to her features and furrowed his brow thoughtfully. His eyes studied her, searching for physical movements in order to understand what it was that motivated her. While they may have been polar opposites, Ford knew that he needed to find a way to communicate with the woman so that she would be more compelled to follow the path that was set for her.
 
“A challenge, yes,” he confirmed with a stoic nod of his crown. “Once you have gained a specialty in the trade that you seek, you will be eligible to complete the challenge,” the titan then added. He wasn’t certain that he wanted to divulge any further details about the gauntlet. For someone who was not ready, it was a task that seemed greatly unachievable. Ford did not wish to provide her with thoughts of fancy that were out of her reach at that time. When she was able, the idea of the gauntlet would not seem quite as difficult.