Stavanger Bay and hurl thieves down from paradise

erzulie nodded. smokestep had a duty to ironsea, but the bond of blood was stronger than even the call of the sea. she did not know what to make of it, save that she did not enjoy the tones in rosalyn's voice — or that the pale young corsair had engendered such in her lover. "so lead now," erzulie offered brazenly. "an' if de time come for ironsea to disband, and for all of us to seek different t'ings, den so be it."
whatever might come to pass, the smile that lit the harlot's lips was for the first mate alone, a reassurance that erzulie's faith in rosalyn's abilities to lead was unshaken. she drifted forward, seeking to preen the edges of the other woman's ruff now. "i missed you, did you know?" she purled in a low tone, drawing back only to find the eyes before her own.