Night shakes his head at that fact that Ms. Elizabeth doesn’t understand what rumors have been told on the high seas about this island. It may have what they ladies call a “cute” name but it’s far more dangerous than can be told. “Ms. Elizabeth, ye must be careful to stick close to me on this isle. Tis not safe for one such as you. Even at my height, strength and wit I am susceptible to this place. Tis like a labyrinth of smoke and mirrors.”

He watches her wobble about in excitement and the thought crosses his mind to let go and watch her splash into the waters. Of course he’d pluck her form the waves and set her upon his shoulder afterwards but how amusing it would be to watch her swim like a drowned rat. But alas, he does not. It is not in his ‘code’ to do so.

“Sticks would be good lass and don’t stray too far, but keep a mindful eye for fruits and things. I’ll build us a hut and ye a bed. Don’t worry about the rain, it hardly rains here…” He seems somewhat worried about that but he knows that this isle is known for being some mystical paradise, in disguise.

Night was about knee deep in the waters at this point, his long stride bringing them into shore quickly. He scooped up Liz from her huddled crouch on the barrel and set her on his shoulder. She fit much like a parrot would a Pirate captain. He laughed to himself on the inside. His large arms hoisted the barrel upon his opposite hip and he walked with sloshing boots to the shore line. He placed the barrel down first with a thud near where he wanted to build the hut. Then, picks up little Lizzy and sets her down on the ground… to play in the sand…