Stavanger Bay i want to be quicker, i want to get closer

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ironsea had treated her well thus far.  the days were bleeding into something that resembled springtime but the waters remained cool; in summertime they would surely be appreciated.  it was almost like a story-book to be able to call herself pirate, and she wondered what her kobicha-cloaked woman would have thought of the bay.

each time she turned a corner or a shadow moved at the edge of her vision her heart gave a weary sigh.  ironsea was a new start.

it was warm enough now that some of the more common medicinal herbs were readily available and she set upon them dutifully as if she occupied herself with something, the ripples of her past would be quelled.