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About Tromso

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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But then, I got a surprise. My buddy Lars shows up. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s he up to?” Turns out, he brought me lunch from that fish market down by the docks. Fresh salmon, man! I was so stoked. We sat there, eatin’ by the water, and I forgot all about the wind and the crazy dog. Just me, Lars, and the beautiful view of the fjord.

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