"That's exactly what it is, Ronata," Brian said, going back to his fishing pole, "It is a fine balance all the time. Khaat's family and mine have been sort of walking that fine line for generations. I guess we're used to it. I take it so in stride sometimes that I forget other people don't live that way. I don't mean to." He picked up his pole and reeled up his line to see that something had swiped the bait off his pole. "Oh, shoot." He looked over the side, "You little thieves." One of the crew member took the pole from him and cleaned up the fishimg equipment, seeing that fishing was most likely over for the day.
"Cob," the crew member said, "Angus wants to anchor out in open water tonight. Okay with you? Or do we keep going? We could be docked back at the tower villa by breakfast."
"Go straight through, please," Brian said. "I think perhaps a quiet day at home and then maybe a bit of sightseeing in Venice next."
"Ah, Venice," the crew member smiled fondly. "A very romantic city. The perfect place for love, no?"
"No." Brian said flatly. The crew looked at Brian, knowing him so very well, and laughed loudly at his discomfort with romance. They knew he just saw his life as being far too dangerous to ever be able to risk brining a wife and child into, but they had learned to find a bit of humor in it as well.