Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

Speaking with Erzulie, Rosalyn too sensed an age to the woman that did not appear physical, but of spirit.  At times it even seemed to be more than her own, and she wondered what it was that had brought it on her beautiful shoulders.  Likely nothing good, and likely nothing that was the first mate's business.

Then she changed the subject, and Rosalyn acquiesced with a knowing smile.  "Aye, least I hope it does.  I always welcome a good storm."  It cleansed the air and the bay, and broke the humid warmth of the afternoon.  Rosalyn glanced out the entrance, "so long as it doesn't come from the sea."  The ocean's storms could sometimes be far nastier in nature.  She had never seen one herself, but she'd heard tell of them.