Dragoncrest Cliffs it was war and you are made of meat

i ain't fit to be no pirate leader, maman. lookit 'im!

Rosalyn only heard this as she approached, there to join Erzulie and see if her wife needed a break from her watch. Quennell had woken then, and the tone of his voice struck her with surprising familiarity. She slowed down, coming into view of the entrance but stopping just outside.

They'd gone through something that had left scars deeper than just those on their bodies. She knew what that meant, even if she didn't remember all of it.

Every pirate runs into rough seas. And many of us are broken by them. We put ourselves back together, and when we do, we're stronger. We've learned how to weather a storm. Her voice wasn't soft, and she didn't crouch to meet his gaze just yet. Instead she stood and let the words linger, knowing they would only help if he eventually allowed himself to believe them. If not now, he would learn.