Stavanger Bay stealin' wheat and barley an' all the other grains,

skippin Erzulie for the moment if that's not ok def pm me <3

His type was common to the beaches they roamed; brash, friendly, too quick with an opinion at times but honest and generally, harmless.  To those they liked, that is.  She enjoyed them; when they gave loyalty they tended to give it well, and when they had something they actually wanted to defend they coveted it fiercely.  Pirates were the best of them once won; the problem was winning them.

"I'll agree with you there," she said, a few faces coming to mind unbidden.  "Her name's Ironsea, and she stretches from here to the other end of that cove."  She looked back along the beach fondly.  "This here's Erzulie, Quartermaster.  She helps me keep an eye on you lot, make sure everyone's fit n happy n keepin out of trouble."  Rosalyn could take a mite of disrespect towards her own rank, because she enjoyed the banter and challenge of changin minds.  She found, though, she'd have a harder time stomaching any shown to her seconds.  Hopefully there wouldn't be a problem.