Stavanger Bay as i climb into the skies

erzulie let her eyes slip from the captain's parted jaws, regarding the sand demurely but with triumph cascading through each heartbeat — triumph, and a loosening relief that he had not seen fit to punish her isolence. confident though she was of her effect on men, erzulie nevertheless knew she was fallible, and therefore had overstepped to her own cost in times before.
but it was not so now. as the young captain stepped back, clinging to the insistence that she prove herself, the harlot lifted her small body lightly from where she sat upon the sands and shook sand from her plume. thus facing the pale corsair, the chai-tea thing let her lips curve into a bow. "if i have assumed wrongly, den let me take my leave, smokestep." if he would not admit what the pair of them knew to be true, erzulie would remove temptation. she wished not to depart his presence, but such play fired her with interest she was hard-pressed to repress from her gentle expression.