Queenie
Queen of Everything
OOC: Hah The storm seems to be following the trade winds from NE to SE. If it follows the trend of such storms, it won't hit Nassau, which sits on the edge of the trade wind belt.
The sailor blinks, swiveling his head so Katarina can see the heavy lines in his sun-scorched face. His muttering dies off as his milky eyes focus on her. "Storm, methinks." His perspicacity is followed by a long pause. "Carried across the Dark Sea from the Sahara. An omen." Though he can't see much the sailor stops rocking and strains his eyes at her as if in recognition. "Me eyes ain't what they used to be, but your voice reminds me of the pirate captain Blackheart..."
"Your eyes see fine enough, I think," Katerina says, eying the man, "Though I am unsure of the origin of the storm, it is there."
She crouches down in front of the old sailor to be closer to his level, and says in a soft voice, "Aye, your ears do not fail you either. Blackheart was my father." She pauses and searches that old face for recognition. "Did you know him?"
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