Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

aye, rhaegal murmurs. 'm nae ashamed of bein' atlantis, he adds quickly, for the fear that it might come across that way sits in suddenly, then and there. just tryin' tae find out who i am. though he imagined that if any could understand it might be his uncle njord. there be so many of us in meares island. tryin' to find myself in shadows wasnae workin'.

rhaegal feels a little better, a little less guilty after admitting that despite that njord hadn't asked nor required any sort of explanation.

nae uncle, rhaegal says with a small laugh that rumbles in his chest. 'tis i should who be worried about crampin' yer style. after all, njord had history here — belief affirmed when his uncle tells him of his mate and sons — and rhaegal was the proverbial wild card.

aye. i cannae wait tae ken you better, and meet yer wife and me cousins. it was almost a strange concept to rhaegal: whom hadn't thought of his uncle much until he came by to visit, that he had a whole life. it was as if the uncle that rhaegal remembered when he was a wee lad was a different uncle entirely than the one that stood before him.