The Fury sat deep in the water, ready to make sail. The dock was littered with crew members making a short goodbye into a memory that would serve them well over the coming months.

"Tell me, Stephen!" Jewell clutched at his arm, delaying the departure. "Tell me how to say it in your language." She looked to his eyes with silent demand.

Stephen stroked the pad of his thumb against her cheek, admiring the quiet strength in her eyes. Holding her face in his hands, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "When would me brain say goodbye tae me 'eart?" His words a whisper against her skin. "Never do ye leave me murinin. Always look fer me return, expect it as sure as the tides. Even if I do nae, still I will see ye someplace else. There be nae word fer goodbye, nae word fer parting between us."

He pressed a kiss to her brow and then he was gone, striding up the gangplank, giving himself over to his cruel mistress for a time.