Blackwater Islands follow me into oblivion

Kalika took in a deep breath, wondering the answer to such a question herself. Since she had been born with a Greek name, she wasn't quite sure of the parameters around receiving one. I don't want to lie to you, she laughed, I think that's more of a question for a Matriarch. Listening to Aztec speak, the idea that an introduction to the culture had been made was solidified, reassuring Kalika that there wasn't much more for her to do. 

And do you have any questions about what you have been told? she asked, a curious tilt to her head. Her steps guided the pair nearer to the coast where constructing a quick lesson would be easier. After all, the fury of the Sea seemed like nothing more than gibberish until She held one's life in Her hands. Do you know how to swim?