Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

She led them west and south until they reached nearer the shore, well enough away from Drageda's claim.  She allowed @Erzulie to set their pace; her own thoughts were miles away.

She blamed herself.  She should have tried harder, fought more, gathered more to them.  She blamed, Raptor, but that blame was harder; he'd left for a daughter.  How many times had she wished her own father did the same?

Mostly she blamed Smokestep.  

If she ever saw him again, she did not think she would let him survive it.  He had gutted their crew and taken off without a thought, so this fate was his doing more than any of the rest of them; it would be wiser for him to stay gone. She didn't have the heart in her right now to seek her scattered crewmates, nor rebuild what they had lost.  Ironsea was gone.

She was pulled back to this moment when she began to recognize where it was they were.  Last time she was here, she had encountered the bear in the grotto.  They would need to avoid that part, but at least she knew where fresh water was nearby.  "I know this place," she murmured to Erzulie, "not much farther."

It was too bad the grotto witch was gone.  At this point, Rosalyn would have cast aside any scrap of pride she had left to assure them safety.