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It was clear to Starbuck that he thought her fair, which was not displeasing at all. The ragged beast she had met on the shore had admired her with open desire, a ravenous hunger that made her feel as though her skin was crawling. Her skin itched to think of his clouded eye upon her, and she quickly dispelled the thought in favor of her far more pleasant company. A northman, then, she said, smiling. She thought back to the way he had greeted her and piped, rakeet! Was that a greeting?

Starbuck slowed to walked beside him, though found she had to walk quickly to keep up. She paid as much attention to the northman as she did to the surrounding beauty, the stately trees rising up around them. He had a kind and gentle look about him, though she had no question that he would do well in a fight. When he bowed, she mirrored it, though she still found it amusing. Starbuck basked in the compliments for a moment, then replied, a good name for you, o northman. Will you tell me about your homeland? She thought of the far north as a romantic place of frozen beauty, the northern lights dancing perpetually in the sky.