Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

Sounds like a plan to me.

I am glad for it to. He spoke as his head lowered, looking down to his son to sat and watched silently, curious. After a heavy breath, his head lifted once more as he looked over the sandy and black patterned little woman. Had he been born with the Nereides, as a boy, he would have been sacrificed to Sea. He admitted grimly. But he needn't worry of that now, but any of it.