Those echoes are loud enough to easily feel and pick up on, and Skellig nods in understanding, just ever so slightly.

"Would you farm again, if given the choice?" To elaborate, he motions at the horizon with one hand. "I know many men become tied to the sea, almost as if it is a mistress of theirs, unable to break away. I do not fault them," he says, almost amused. "She can be quite enjoyable."

(Is he talking about the sea or about mistresses? It isn't totally clear...)

"It is a siren's call, for some."