At the edge of the pier, there was a woman tossing various different herbs and leaves into the water. While she worked, there was a haunting, rich tune falling from her lips, in what sounded like West Indies Creole. It was a ballad, one sung for the sea, to take her children back to her bosom, and guide them well to the life beyond.
It was a song in tribute to her, to Calypso, but the bound goddess sang it instead for Katara. The Water-Witch she had come to admire upon their voyage to Davy Jones' Locker. The young woman was gone now, but she had died a good death. Tia Dalma was here to be sure her remains were accepted by the water, and that the ocean took her spirit, to bring Katara peace as part of the power that was her element.