<12> Jexon cleared his throat. “We’re stranded on an island, after all. It was bound to happen. But once this is all over, well… you won’t be telling anyone about it. [i]Right?[/i]” “Why would I?” Carl said in earnest, feeling less intimidated seeing Thora so flustered. “You two could have killed me at any time, so… thanks for not… doing that.” Thora chuckled. “We shall [i]keep[/i] not doing that for the time being. Just… just don’t get too big for your britches. You join us when you get permission, not simply whenever you wish. Got it?” “Of course,” Carl replied without hesitation. “I’m no monster.” “Better than a bear I’d suppose,” Jexon murmured, earning him a sharp elbow from Thora. The trio’s time on the island proved longer than they had anticipated, but in that time Carl had found he’d taken quite well to the island life. His modest warlock abilities kept them all healthy, and he’d steadily gained a bit of muscle as he’d learned how to forage. Jexon and Thora were nigh inseparable. The two of them had been trained well for such a scenario, and all in all the three of them had little issue retaining food and water. Thora had slimmed down a little more than she would have liked, but all the same she was thankful they had food at all. The word ‘HELP’ had been spelled out on the beach with rocks, and a modest fire was kept burning at all times on a higher rock near the beach. And of course, at least two nights a week, Jexon would tip Carl off. Much like the first time, Carl would stumble onto the siblings’ amorous games, and oftentimes he would gladly join in, repeatedly taking Thora’s lips as Jexon enjoyed her womanhood. After the first couple months, Thora graciously invited Carl to take her tight pucker, allowing both males to ravish her ass and pussy simultaneously. The one rule was that Carl wasn’t allowed inside her quim, and that suited the cabin boy just fine. In fact, he’d taken quite a liking to her ass, and Jexon relished in the more frequent opportunities to look his sister in the eye as he fucked her tits. The three of them were in this exact scenario on the beach when a light on the horizon caught their eye. The sun had only just set, but a small light was indeed visible, slowly gliding from north to south far from the island. “A SHIP!” Thora cried suddenly, dislodging herself from both males to run toward the water’s edge and frantically wave her arms. “HEY! OVER HERE!” she cried as loud as she could. The light did not stop. Thora growled fiercely and bolted for their signal fire, grasping two torches and attempting to wave them in semaphore fashion for S.O.S. Still it continued to move. “FUCK!” she spat and threw down the torches, this time marching toward a barrier of protective rocks. Jexon and Carl quickly gathered themselves and pursued her. “Thora, hang on! That thing isn’t completely seaworthy!” Jexon protested. “It’ll get me at least that far!” she rumbled angrily, dragging out a ramshackle rowboat the three of them had pieced together from the wreckage. “I’m not spending another damned minute longer on this island!” Jexon marched in front of her. “Hold [i]on[/i]! We need to think about this!” “What’s there to think about!? We won’t have to live on coconuts and dirty water any longer!” “Or we could sink and just be [i]dead[/i]!” Thora hesitated at this and looked to Carl instead. Carl sighed and scratched his sandy backside. “I think… I think the boat will make it there and back, but probably not much further. We can scout the ship, and if we don’t like it, we can come back.” Jexon grimaced… then arched his brow. “Wait! Carl, you can summon demon eyes, yes?” At this, Carl grinned. * * * * * Carl’s fire-laden eye hovered a foot above the rolling waters and shot straight out across the water. Most warlocks can’t send the eye too far without intense concentration, but with Jexon and Thora watching after him he was willing to push his limits. The closer it approached the light, the more ship-like it looked, until it hovered within a foot of the ship’s hull. With a thought, the eye hovered flew straight upward, right over the railing of the ship, and into the closest open barrel Carl sighted. A hole in the barrel offered him a view of the deck without being seen… but what he saw made him go pale. It was their old crew, and they were celebrating. Humans, dwarves, kul tirans, all members of the Alliance were gathered in a group around the main mast. A large keg of ale was being tapped and distributed among them, and in front of the mast was a large crate, upon which a single dwarf clambered. “Me fellow shipmates!” Krig cried, bringing forth cheers of joy from the half-intoxicated crew. “It be an honor to be yer new captain! Tha past few weeks’ve been profitable beyond compare, an’ our fellow rulers ain’t got no clue!” Jeers rang out among them until Krig held up his hands for silence. “But that all stays between us! That ain’t why we be out here today! Today, we mustn’t forget tha fateful storm out in these parts that obliterated our first ship, and swept away our dreadful she-bitch o’ a captain!” Even louder boos echoed forth, followed by jeerful laughter. ”That lone fire on tha horizon’s prob’ly her lost first mate, mournin’ her death on her funeral pyre,” he added in faux sadness. “What say ye? Should we take a gander at ‘em?” The entire crew raised their fists and cried, “FUCK ‘EM!” It was a convenient ceremony for Carl to stumble upon, but he’d heard enough. He dismissed his spell and promptly relayed what he’d seen to Thora and Jexon. Thora saw red. She said nothing as she marched back over to her burning signal fire and began to scoop up handfuls of cooled ashes at its base. ”Thora? What’s in your head?” Jexon prodded. The sea captain growled repeatedly as she covered her fur in ash cloud by cloud. “Revenge!”