"Sweet William," she sighs, "so loyal, so true. Will this be worth it, ye think? It is a long an' hard course to sail, but there will be a wind at ye're back. Ye'll not be so alone as some."

The fondness of Calypso is a dangerous thing to covet, a nearly impossible one to find, but when she grants it, it comes as a gift. She cannot control her nature, but there are those she will be watching for.

His respect is returned with a sweet smile that edges into the coyness so familiar on her face. "An' there is the one day."