Stavanger Bay Why learn algebra? Finding X is only useful, if you are a pirate

erzulie had returned to the water, and now she paddled 'round near the shoreline, practicing the breadth of her strokes. the icewater bit at her flanks, numbed her eartips, until the harlot found herself compelled to leave the ocean and whisk the water from her chai-tea pelt once safely upon the sand.
and here her eyes narrowed with a flare of her nostrils — there was another here, and erzulie saw fit to ply her trade wherever she was persuaded to roam in ironsea. thus the swab paced the shoreline until she had sidled to the flank of the other, and swept spiced ears forward. it was not the ice that held erzulie's attention, nor the curious shape caught in its embrace — no; it was the oddly-pelted she-wolf who enthralled the harlot. "what be you attemptin' heah?" she purled after a heartbeat, mint-glow gaze alighting on the side of her packmate's face.