Stavanger Bay barnacle bill

the meeting was over as soon as it had begun; erzulie found herself a bit put out by how informally its end had come. but she chided herself for the nonsense; her chai-tea frame followed on slim limbs all the same. into the sea the corsair lunged, and erzulie's jaws parted in a delighted beam.
not for nothing had she braved the drag of the ocean most every day; without hesitation, the harlot plunged into the brine after her pallid captain, noting the anticipation writ upon his handsome features. erzulie drew near, cinnamon hackles wet with seawater, and bestowed a small, wan smile upon smokestep before she licked the droplets from her jaws.