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Her questions could wait for another day... they weren't dire, and she'd rather not bother with them here.  So she let the moment pass, and when the captain led with a charge towards the water, watched with a smile.  Many of the crew joined.... she glanced at Raptor, but he was already moving off.  

Engel started in with a hum, and Rosalyn ran his way instead, circling around playfully.  "Now's your chance to sing for more than fish, eh?" She joked, remembering he had a penchant for it.  "How's about it?" She didn't have much to offer by way of stories; she'd heard next to none growing up.  But a song seemed like just the thing to lighten things after serious chat of chasing, and Engel had a fair voice to him.

the meeting was over as soon as it had begun; erzulie found herself a bit put out by how informally its end had come. but she chided herself for the nonsense; her chai-tea frame followed on slim limbs all the same. into the sea the corsair lunged, and erzulie's jaws parted in a delighted beam.
not for nothing had she braved the drag of the ocean most every day; without hesitation, the harlot plunged into the brine after her pallid captain, noting the anticipation writ upon his handsome features. erzulie drew near, cinnamon hackles wet with seawater, and bestowed a small, wan smile upon smokestep before she licked the droplets from her jaws.

Smokestep welcomed the company of Erzulie and the others. He swam against the tide until his limbs were weary and he didn’t feel as though he could weather the swell much longer. With his crew, the pallid Captain drank in the joy that had been created. He basked in the glow of the others and the light that glistened against the sea. It was ghostly, ethereal. There would never be another night like it. Smokestep did not know this, and so he enjoyed the evening in a blissful and unaware state of joy that lingered in his bones long after the evening had expired.