Jim looked at Britomart's grenade and frowned at her. "Don't. It's harmless." He rummaged through the stuff he brought and pulled out a small leather ball which he held over his head causing the light to stop and flash excitedly. "Check this out. Cast your line again." When Britomart did as asked he tossed the ball into the darkness of the water and the light chased after it. With the light gone the next bite on Britomart's line would be a huge jungle bass that would easily make a meal for two. While Britomart wrestled with her catch Jim continued to play fetch with the water spirit. "We'll be fine. We have Iron living with us and we'll be close to Ras so we'll be safe." He grunted as a giant fish was thrown from the lake and knocked him to his ass. "This is why I said no explosives."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>