"Gladly," Robert said, drinking the rest of his firewhiskey in one gulp.
"I'd say we could just stay here and get drunk, but I know how much it takes for you to get drunk. It could take us a couple of days," Michael laughed. "Let's go." He drew his wand.
"Where are we going?"
"No clue. Whichever portkey I grab first," he shrugged. He clutched onto Robert's shoulder, grabbed a portkey and they ported out.
Up on deck, Khaat and Kate both were sharply aware that Robert's presence was no longer on the ship.
"You okay?" Brian asked.
"Daddy's left the ship," she said quietly.
"Good," Brian said. "Hopefully Michael knows where he's gone, but I wouldn't worry."
"Marcus, if you'd just take this cast off my arm, when Daddy gets back, I could...." she began.
"No," Marcus said quietly. "It should be ready to come off sometime tomorrow. But not before. And even then, you'll probably have to tape it for a couple days. A twist takes longer to heal."
"Yeah, well, sorry about that," Brian sighed.
"She'd have done the same to save you, and we all know it," Marcus said.
"What was your idea?" Brian asked. "What did you want the cast off for?"
"I could spar with him," she said.
"Oh, no, no, no," Brian shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not. Not a chance. Your father hasn't sparred since the curse lifted. We don't know if part of his anger is a lingering trace that has to wear off in time, or whether its just from having months in his own head while his mind was cursed almost to insanity. The point is that he's unpredictable in dueling. The last time he dueled, when he helped free you from James, he was just uncontrollably lethal. I haven't seen him duel with a wand in each hand until then, but I don't know what he'll be like in a sparring match." He changed his tone to address everyone. "Now, listen up. NOBODY--and I do mean nobody--spars with Robert until I have a chance to take him on myself. Am I making myself very clear?"