Dragoncrest Cliffs Wish I May, Wish I Might

As Rosalyn extrapolated on the history of men in their lives, Njord could feel his furrowed brows smooth. It made sense why the captain was cool and objective… so many fathers had broken their trust. Abandoned their posts, duty, and promises. Njord could feel himself almost sick at the thought of doing wrong by Erzulie, Rosalyn, and their children. He suddenly wondered of Chacal’s absent father – something he had never thought to question before.

Quiet washed over Njord as his glassy sea-colored gaze dropped pensively. In the islander’s mind, leaving was never a question. Staying was an absolute. He checked himself – was this what he truly wanted?

A sigh whistled out his nose as he regarded the captain once again, her wiry smile still present. “My heart ‘as never been so full…” his voice trailed, a little whimsical. Then, he locked eyes with his superior, as if to show his honest soul. “Ros, you an’ Erzulie ‘ave me fer life if you'll keep me. I want… need ta stay. To know them. To be with you all, my crew. I swear on my life.”