Night hadn’t realized that Liz had woke up and while he was swimming the barrel of rum to shore, he had be concentrating so hard on his task at hand that he nearly jumped out of his skin at her touch. “Good grief my lady!” He looked at her while attempting to touch the sea bed, being 6’ 7” that wasn’t too difficult a task. She giggled at him and he just shook his head with her amusement.

“So uh… what?”

He raised an eye brow at her and thrust his chin towards the shore that he was attempting to get too. “I’ll do all the work wee one, let’s get you safe and dry and then we can figure out what the plan in from there.”

He had touched bottom by now but had to bring his head above water to breathe every now and then. He seemed to have amazing lungs and could hold his breath for minutes! Liz looked at him with some worry but every time she saw him come back up she would sigh in relief. His silver eyes sparkled in the now sunny skies and the sun was starting to dry up Liz’s hair. Night couldn’t wait to get on dry land and start a camp fire so that they could dry off.