Brian came back on board, breathing hard. "When she wants to go diving, she really dives," he said. "She makes me work too hard sometimes. Honestly. Where is she?"
"Your cabin below," Angus's brother said to Brian.
"Thank you. I'm not sure why she's out, but I probably need to check her," Brian said. "He was not going to explain himself. "Give me a moment. And get rid of those bloody sharks!"
"Weigh anchor," Angus's brother ordered. Sometimes the best thing to do was to just move. "Prepare to sail at once!"
Brian went downstairs and went to the cabin where Jack had laid her on the bed. "Let me see," Brian said.
He sat beside her on the bed and checked the spot where he himself had hit her. It was swelling up into a huge gooseegg. He drew his wand. "Rennervate!" he flicked his wand, casting the spell to bring her back from unconsciousness.
She woke slowly. She cried out in pain. Her head was splitting. She woke to find herself in a cabin below deck, and she was wearing a wet swimsuit.
"Sorry about that," Brian said softly. "I had no choice. You were half out of your head. You were fighting me. I had to stop you before you drowned."
"Why...you hit me?" she was confused.
"Yes. I did. I"m sorry. Here. Let me look." He checked her. "No concussion. Just the headache from hell." He laid both his hands on both sides of her head and drew off the pain. It took him longer than normal. "Boy, that was some headache. That took awhile."
"It did hurt," she admitted very softly. "Why...why would I fight you?"
"I have no idea. Oxygen deprivation maybe? Were you feeling alright?"
"Yeah. I was fine," she said. "And ...wait...why were you rescuing me? I was swimming, wasn't I?"
"Uh yeah. Sharks. Sorry about that. I was not in the mood for you to be eaten today."
"Oh yeah. Those," she said.
"Those? Those eat people. Including wizards. What's with you?"
"I'm sorry. I...guess I have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry. Maybe I"m not the best company."
"Why don't you rest up for a moment. I'll bring you a bit of coffee. That might help clear your head."
"Thank you," she said as he rose. He went to the door. "Brian? thank you. How's your shoulder?"
"Hurts like hell," he smiled. He went upstairs. She sighed heavily.
"What have I done, Jack?" she asked tiredly.