Ankyra Sound Breakin' is easy and hope is hard

It was unanimous.  And just as quick as the words flew from them, any fight that she had within left her.  She slid down, the tension leaving her good leg, and uncontrolled tears began to run down her cheeks unbidden.  They burned in her ruined eye and tracked acid trails down her ruined muzzle, but she couldn't stop.

She was a pirate.  Pirates didn't fight for land - they roved and, when the going got too hard, they sought other seas.  Fighting for crew, yes.  For love, yes.  And those two things, she'd be willing to do.  There would be repercussions, she knew, when the Drageda wolves found she was there.  She would be pinioned here, so close to their claim.  But she would have Erzulie, and she would be free.

The tears continued as it finally sunk in that it was over, and they came harder as the coil in her chest slowly unwound.  She turned her head aside - she couldn't remember the last time she'd lost herself like this, in front of others - but she was too strung out to care right now.  She could only nod to Erzulie's question, the anger in her voice registering distantly.  

She was a captain no longer.  She could only voice what she felt, but the decisions were no longer her own.  She was content enough to take it, because whatever happened, the consequences wouldn't be hers to bear alone.  At least she had tried.