Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

erzulie came forward to run the side of her face along that of rosalyn's own. for a moment she did not speak; she only allowed them both to be held in that porcelain moment. and then a nod. she turned toward the sea and felt it suffuse her with a strength to ward off the melancholy.
"dis be our home."
she felt silently all the ways in which she had failed raleska.
"ghosts an' all. sapphique stands where it be now."
she leant back against the pirate, seeking her wife's embrace to quell some unnamable emotion.