Ocean's Breath Plateau six vices become wrath

@Rosalyn @Caiaphas @Svalinn @Raleska

it was time to turn inland; rosalyn had told her of the redhawks and how near they were. but winter was soon to fall, and the harlot did not think they would be followed. the ocean beckoned, and against her better judgement, erzulie answered. prey must be hunted, must be found; she and the corsair must decide before winter where they would lay their heads, but for now the chai-tea woman surmounted the plateau and turned her eyes upon the water.
and here she sang a low song to the dark and cold waves where she had made her home, something meant for her ears, something not meant to carry far; it was the throated call of the grief that burned in her chest.