there's an albatross around your neck

Albatross would shake her head in mock exasperation as the brute spoke again, declaring that his mother had given him a perfectly fine name. Perhaps it had been rude of her to mock his name so readily, but there was something about him that seemed to make him fair game to her teasing. It was something about his seriousness, she thought, as she continued appraising him. The longer she looked at him the longer a headache seemed to bloom at the back of her mind. For that matter, she barely even remembered him approaching her ? did she know him from somewhere? She felt like she was missing something, and it was on the tip of her thoughts, but the more she reached for it, the more it eluded her.

?There?s nothing weird about Albatross, in fact I?ve always rather liked it even if it is a bit of a mouthful? she declared, stretching out, feeling the soles of her feet soaking in the cool of the water, and the salt itch against her coat. She shivered and moved a few paces to stand instead on the subtle warmth of the sand. ?I don?t know you from somewhere do I?? she asked at last.