Jim kissed her neck and smiled. "You should know better than to argue with me about your looks, your breasts are perfect for your frame and that's final." He shook his head and kissed her again. "And what was I before the Banshee Queen freed me? I wasn't risen as a Forsaken, I was freed and joined the Forsaken willingly. Nope, save it for when we're on the boat ride home, we can fuck the entire trip, but for now we need to stay focused on keeping at least some of the rookies alive." The Captain looked down at Britomart from his perch and shook his head.<span style="color: Navy">"Tha' ain't one o ours, this here be my third round trip through these waters. That boat was there an' smokin' just the same when we first passed it, it be them Vrykul fellas. Warin' clans of huge men and women, savages. See them dragons carved in either side of that there boat, call themselves dragon riders, but they ain't ridin' no dragons I've ever seen before."</span><br/><br/>The apparition shrugged as she followed the priestess, a massive wall appearing behind them to block off the hallway once they left it.<span style="color: Red"> "Seal it, then we'll move on." </span>One the memories were sealed away the miniature Bayne looked up at the priestess.<span style="color: Red">"She wishes to forgive her sister, the woman who beat her within an inch of death countless times while they were growing up, the woman who ridiculed her endlessly for having a dick, the woman who separated myself and Bayne, and the woman who made her who she is. And feel free to rest next to Bayne when you're done, she's out cold now but could definitely use a friend to wake up to."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>