Stavanger Bay i should not smite with vengeance

aw!

into the water she had gone again, and again, until erzulie had begun to understand there was not a way beneath heaven that she would ever become as experienced as wolves born to the sea. and so she had decided that was not a goal of hers — daily immersions in the brine hardened her muscle to its current and its cold.
the vigorous exercise left the harlot rather assailed by hunger; at dusk she found herself along the shoreline, following the clacking steps of a small crab.