Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

within the salt-tinged reach of the sea, the pair slowed as they began to struggle through the sands — erzulie kept pace as best she could in the face of the first mate's rangier stride. however, with a shout of breathless laughter, she gave up the ghost of her attempt, falling to a trot. with some small flicker of bemused desire, erzulie observed the muscled haunches and well-formed legs of the first mate carrying her along the shoreline.
in time, assuming her companion let go some of her own speed, erzulie found her way to the darkfurred side and regarded rosalyn with a glint in her mismatched eyes. "dat be something i wan' to do often," the harlot mused. "run alongside de sea. an' in good company."