Stavanger Bay rows of houses sound asleep

There was an influx of joiners it appeared, experienced seadogs, a few of whom knew their Captain.  Rosalyn appreciated it, though she wondered what sort of skills they brought.  It was good to know Erzulie had some healing beneath her, but there were others they were lacking.  Diplomacy being one.

Another call came, and she attended it swiftly, coming up on a man who remained respectfully back, as they all did.  She pulled up silently, her ears pricked, and waited.  Usually they began with an intro, and she would reciprocate after.