Dragoncrest Cliffs First thing I did was climb in to a rum bottle.

A seal.

He had heard tales of them from travelers, after egging them on for stories as a boy. At a time when the concept of pirates was new and wonderful to him. They spoke of various beasts found only in the sea; the sea itself was a concept he had no understanding of until much later in life.

Erzulie spoke of deeper things. Loss, from the tone of her voice. A relationship with the sea that Raimo found intriguing. Had he been in a better mood he might have engaged more; sought answers to many questions left unasked.

The only one that comes to mind now is the subtle reiteration of something Erzulie had said: She? Surprised to hear the woman speak of the sea as a living thing. Perhaps it was — fickle as any woman.