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It took time to repair Sigyn's Kiss, but she was once-again seaworthy. So to the sea she was taken.
At night, I could move silently, slipping up alongside longer boats. Some of them were unfamiliar, with multiple sails and masts, and no oars to speak of. Usually foreigners are on these ships. I could be in and out of one of those ships in moments, diving overboard with a man and tearing his throat apart under the water. By the time his body could be recovered, the sharks would have done far worse, and I would be far out of sight.
I am a predator first and foremost. I must stay fed. I can't let that loss happen again. It has been at least a hundred years since I died. My Ragnhild is gone.
I become a sea-predator, catching prey from Sigyn's Kiss.