Stavanger Bay from whence i see no reason why

a cry above the lash of the waves; erzulie could not make out what was said, so focused she was on ensuring she did not slip beneath the waves again. a shock of cold brinewater lapped roughly against her lips; erzulie threw back her head in a jerk, her body colliding with a solid figure.
her mind screamed it was a sea-monster, one of the horrid things that roiled in the deep. erzulie flushed with terror, and then an irate resignation, arcing her body away from whatever it was.
wolfs'-teeth in her nape; erzulie's teeth bared beneath the water instinctively, but knew she must not fight. the harlot attempted to relax as best she could, feeling herself towed toward the shoreline and knowing she would perhaps live after such a foolish mistake.