Blackwater Islands Reality

There were other consorts; others like Whip. He did not speak to them. First, Whip wasn't the type to seek companionship, despite the fact that he desired it more than he was willing to admit. Second, until now, the only other consort, Gabe, was an outsider much like Whip himself. There was nothing to learn from him -- just as there was no active utility in making small talk. The other however, the one that had arrived with his sisters, he had grown up in the system. He knew the ins and outs.

He likely knew more about the Drowned God too.

From the Thistlewood, Whip followed his trail south to the islands southern short. From afar, Whip could see the consort sitting, watching. It was as if he was waiting for something, but Whip did not know what for. He made his approach. When he was near enough, Whip settled beside the consort and spoke. "You came with the sisters from Themiscyra, right?" he asked bluntly. "I -- uh, I'm Whip"