bastard1111 @bastard1111
The first time I remember seeing the ocean was when I was a child, standing on the rocky shores of Norway with my grandfather. He told me that the sea has always been home to him and his people, and that it would one day be mine too.
I grew up surrounded by the sounds and smells of the ocean - the creaking of wooden boats, the salty air, the cries of seagulls overhead. My grandfather taught me how to sail and fish when I was old enough, and I spent countless hours out on the water with him.
As I got older, I began to take after my father more and more, inheriting his love of adventure and the outdoors. We would often go on long hikes through the mountains behind our village, or climb the sides of volcanoes in search of hidden caves and secret streams. And even though we never found any treasure, those were always some of the most magical days of my life.
