"But we won't do that. We trust our lives to you now." She held out her hands in imitation of the Argo captain's gesture of peace. "We come in peace. ...ill you kill us?"The two natives simply stood there, evidently nonplused."We tell you this so you won't put your mothers and your children at risk by moving them so quickly. We don't want your mothers or your children to be hurt, to die."There was still no response."It may be that you don't believe what I've told you," she continued. "If I were. At his gentle urging, she walked across the bridge and along the path out of the cleft. His hand at her elbow both reassured and frightened her as he led her a short way. A parting of the brush showed a trail toward a gnarled oak, and along that trail he led her. She followed, to numb to resist. In the shade of the oak he stopped her, and turned her to face him. His hands slid around her waist and embraced her softly. As if of their own volition, her arms crept from her side and enfolded him,. She'd never moved even when I bent over and kissed her goodbye.I did manage to grab five minutes that day to call home. My wife answered and we talked for a couple of minutes."Hey honey, she said brightly when she heard my voice."What's going on?" I asked."Oh, nothing. You were asleep last night when we got home. I really wanted to wake you up because I was feeling horny. I guess it was seeing all of those hunky young guys in the show last night," she said with a giggle."So how are you. That's the best drink on the island. It'll put spring in their step!" It is good, I'll give you that. They don't need anymore spring-in-their-step, they're still jumpy from the voyage over. Don't you have anything a might hasher than water? Watered wine, ale, or rum, even grog will do the trick. They've had a rough time at sea and need something to relax."The barman shook his head. I'm sorry Captain, but the only other drink you might get on Brightland is some warm milk from a farmer. We have.