"What will you do with it if you catch it?" Michael frowned. "They're not the best fish to eat. If you want to catch fish to eat, then look for tilapia. They can get up to 20 pounds, and they're great when they're grilled. And Angus has a fabulous Tuscan sea bass recipe. Haven't had it since the last time we were in Italy."
"As long as he's not making fish and chips, then its all good," Kate said. "Robert does not need that sort of greasy pub grub."
"After all he's done today, the man should be able to have all the fish and chips he wants, at least for one meal," Michael said. He looked at the stars overhead as the sun finally disappeared. "Going to be a beautiful night," he said. "The sky is going to be full of stars tonight."
"And its going to be nice and warm," Angus said, stopping on deck for a moment. He had two tea trays floating in front of him. "You all should take advantage of it and sleep on deck tonight. Rain is moving in late tomorrow afternoon and will be with us til the next morning."
"Should I read anything into the fact that you have two tea trays?" Kate asked.
"Only that Robert ordered Earl Gray, and Marcus ordered a pot of almond tea. I don't know that I would read anything into it. If you'll excuse me," he said, taking the tray downstairs.
When Angus got to Brian's room, Robert was sitting beside the bed, with a book on the bed. He had one hand on Brian, and was using his other hand to turn the page in the book he was reading.
"Is that even possible?" Angus frowned. "How can you read and use lifesupport both?"
"Lots of practice," Robert said dryly. "Keeps me awake when I start to drag. Nothing like a good book." Angus looked at the title of the book.
"Potions from the 11th Century? That's your interesting reading?" He frowned. "There really is something wrong with you." His eyesight caught a glimpse of Brian's breathing start to get a bit deeper.
"Is that supposed to happen?" Angus asked.
"It is if he's trying to come conscious," Robert said. "Now, no noise, no confusion. Let's just wait and see." Robert allowed the process to happen naturally. He was hoping to be able to see if Brian was awake and alert and able to think. Instead, Brian's eyes were only open for a moment before they fluttered shut again as he slipped into a deep, uncontrollable sleep.
"Is that good or not?" Angus asked.
"Well, technically, its a slight bit better," Robert said. "But lets not open the champagne yet. He's not out of the woods."