\u201cAre they still shouting at each other?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caitlin glanced back, and shrugged. \u201cWell, she hasn’t thrown him overboard yet. What in god’s name is Troy doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever it is, something this big, I don’t imagine there’s much damage he can do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if it involves matches?\u201d<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
\u201cOw!\u201d Feid put his hand to his cheek, and the world came back into focus. He was sitting on the wooden deck, legs splayed, Caitlin half-kneeling in front of him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d She eased back, and sat down next to him, cross-legged. \u201cIt always works in the movies, and you looked like you were about to go critical.\u201d<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Prof was telling the truth,\u201d Caitlin said. \u201cSeems he’s only mad north by north-west. When the wind is southerly, he knows a rebel from a bounty hunter.\u201d<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
\u201cThink a horse crossed with a whale, and a temperamental one at that,\u201d the Professor piped up, at his elbow. <\/p>\n
Feid looked down, and saw that the small man was grinning from ear to ear, eyes squinted almost shut, nose into the still air. <\/p>\n
\u201cFine day, fine day. Too bad it wants to kill us.\u201d<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cAre they still shouting at each other?\u201d Caitlin glanced back, and shrugged. \u201cWell, she hasn’t thrown him overboard yet. What in god’s name is Troy doing?\u201d \u201cWhatever it is, something this big, I don’t imagine there’s much damage he can … Continue reading