It is a place where the old values still rule, and prominent land ownersstill lord it over the common man. It is a place of strong Christianvalues, an... a part of the world that has remained fairly unchanged forthe better part of a hundred years. It is also a place where they do notlook kindly on people changed by MORFS, especially those unfortunateenough to be hybrids.My family had a great deal to do with this. My father, Grant Wilson, isa local landowner and farmer. He prides himself on (as he. The sight of these vessels filled me with a sense of reassurance. I figured that we'd be able to find someone to take us west, given time and a little gold.I left Tagus at the quay. The old Silurian and I had come to an agreement. He would dispose of the pirate vessel for us both and in return he and his crew would pocket two-thirds of the value. It was more than profitable for the lizard-man and he welcomed the commission. He also agreed to arrange stabling for my parties horses and to watch. . What is he doing with his tongue, Janey..."Janey felt hot now. She couldn't hold the secret back any longer. "He likes to lick me sometimes, and I let him Does he feel good?"Maureen nodded slowly, staring at Janey.Janey walked over to the couch with her glass and bottle, both of which she placed on the floor. She and Maureen looked at each other for a while, then Janey put her arm around Maureen's shoulders. They leaned their heads back against the top of the couch and looked at each other. ‘So afraid.’ ‘Don’t be afraid, Kitty.’ The Captain’s baritone voice was low down in his chest. ‘Let me take care of you.’ She raised tear-dimmed eyes to his, confused by his change in manner. She allowed herself to be tugged into the fierce beam of his gaze, towards his aquiline nose, towards his duelling scar, towards his sensual lips, closer and closer, so close now, almost touching…. ‘Storm brewing, Captain!’ came a cry from outside on the deck, before a pair of raggedy crewmen burst in,.