By day, I'm a girly girl who loves to shop and wear make-up. But by night, I'm a Mixed Martial Arts fan. The fighting may be crazy and violent, but it...s one part of the reason I like watching it. The other part would be seeing the cute, ripped guys in those board shorts they wear.On most Friday nights, me and my girls would go to the clubs and then go out to dinner. But this Friday night, they had other plans. So I drove to the H-Spot, a local nightclub that hosts MMA fights on the second. “I have missed prayers for days, and no enemy will keep me from proclaiming my faith!”More men came running, attracted by the ruckus.“Throw this old fool into the brig!” Porter ordered.Two sturdy mates dragged the protesting priest away whilst Porter reached for the lamp to douse it.“Do you think they saw us?” Harriet asked calmly.“I don’t know,” Porter answered in the dark. “Blast this old fool and his bible thumping!”“Could we perhaps change course again?”“That would not help. Now they will. He barely remembered making love to Anniel. He snorted in disgust. Making love was not what they had done. They had fucked…savagely. He’d woken up with a bloodied, sore cock and muddled memories of her screams of rapture. His cock twitched again making him wince. “Why the hell are you even here, Abdiel? Why did you leave Seraphia? You did not even formally renounce. They will hunt you down and punish you.” “I’d like to see them try. I’m sick of being a slave to their beliefs.” Ashriel jerked. On top of this was the niter and some cannon that should have had the Royal armoury symbol on them.A large ship pulled in when we were doing our final preparations. I used my spotter scope and saw people using scopes on us. There was one man with the symbol on his coat that said he was high in the Church and probably Lord Cantro.The time to sail was with the tide and that wasn't until the early morning. It was doubtful if Lord Cantro would start a fight here in the bay, but he might. It would.