"You want to start near the pirate or elsewhere?"

"I want to start on a river somewhere with arable farmland, I don't think it would be wise to take into account the pirate."

She remembers the layout of the planet quite well. Memory blessings are great. She picks a river and makes a portal.

He blinks at it. He shakes his head. "All right. Humans can emigrate, unless there's a warrant out for them; humans living elsewhere get deported here if you find yourselves unable to handle them, and are apprised of that now so it doesn't strike them as grossly unreasonable escalation; if you are horrified at us then you are welcome to coax humans to go live somewhere you're ruling better but you don't interfere or at the very least don't go around being knowably tempted to interfere. Fair?"

"Would you advise throttling requested resurrections for humans electing to stay on Endorë?"

"If you have no law enforcement? Yes, that's going to rapidly be a problem - they might just set up their own government but I have a feeling you won't like it if they do -"

Sigh. "All right. Do you need anything else for the planet?"

He blinks at the empty fields of grass. "Uh, yes. Humans need shelter. And plumbing."

"...I can do shelter but I have no practice with plumbing." Ring how complicated is plumbing.

The ring has no idea what plumbing is.

"...the ring doesn't know how to do plumbing, it might take me a few months to figure that out."

" - all right. I think I should wait on a city to reembody people into. I can go speak with your pirate in the meantime if you like."

She portals to the pirate's vicinity.

The pirate has ripped out all the plants in a substantial radius. She turns to glare at them. 

"What was she sailing?" Elros asks.

"Stolen yacht. Which I suppose I now technically own."

"Where'd you learn?" he asks her.

        "Who're you?"

"Elros Tar-Minyatur, ruler of this land."

        "She said it was empty."

"Then she had the wise idea to fill it with people competent at governance." 

        "I haven't broken any of your laws."

"Consider yourself now apprised that you might not want to. Where'd you learn to sail a boat?"

       "Rómenna. The new kinds are different, though, don't hardly need a crew."

"There're going to be two cities. One here, one at the mouth of the river a hundred miles north of here. Ambela, can you get her a boat -"

"I don't really want the yacht, but what's the idea -?"

"People with something to lose do better at staying out of trouble. Or they don't, and you take their things away, and I think you'd rather she have something on that list ahead of her hand, yes?"

"Hard to say, she didn't hesitate to suggest it when I asked what would cause an arrest to lead to her quitting piracy."

"How strikingly honest. I respect that in people. I know some sailors who love their boats like their own children; maybe if given the choice they'd really rather the hand. I can give the courts discretion."

"Where should I put the yacht?"

"I want our strikingly honest sailor to tell me that she'll obey the law."

        " - yeah, all right."

"Is that how they speak to their Kings in four thousand years?"

       "What, should I - I accept your boundless generosity, your grace -"

Elros nods as if this is reasonable. "And you will obey my laws."

       "And I will obey your laws."

"The shore is three miles that way."

A yacht splashes into place.

"Thank you, Ambela. That's all here."

"I will read up on plumbing for your city - do you need any portals left open -"