I have been with plenty of women!

I had blurted out the one thing i dared not give thought. My loud mouth trying to get me into trouble or between her thighs. The homeland was a fine place but stifled and fallow, its women inhibited and crestfallen. Its as if the very nature of this land is revealing and unforgiving. The woman chuckles softly then giving you a look that would have sent any man into the ocean. You respond that i came with many women (came many times too). You rephrase again 'where are my ship mates?". It dawns on you that she speaks your language and understands you. "Do you like the sound of my voice the words i speak are a result of this lands laws and customs we are able to speak freely with anyone even outsiders whom have no shared tongue, however there are matters most pressing." You tell her its not common in your home to have every woman born with such capable tongues. Catching yourself again you wonder how that must have sounded to her. My name is Narab and this land is my home we are a collection of women who had nowhere else to go. You tell her your name and she asks if you have taken the name of a partner explaining that here everyone keeps their maiden name. Not from what i saw on the beaches you think wryly. Narab continues there are many strange and unexplained forces imbued to this place and our duty to the land to remain vigil to enforce the customs to protect the outsiders and vice versa.