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“No one else is here,” Finster pointed out, but looked around as though there might be a sign proclaiming “Rendezvous!” somewhere nearby. He shrugged, looking up at the moon. “This is why you don’t split the party, you know. You could take these off,” Finster added, inclining his head at the restraints. “I’m telling you, I’m not dangerous.” Blatantly untrue. He amended, “I’m not dangerous to you.” Probably. “I’m not a pirate anymore. Really.”

Alair glanced up from the page they were writing. “Yes, I’ve heard of that. Sometimes I even think there might some truth to it.”

“I’m telling you,” Finster said, “we passed this same rock an hour ago. For the second time.”  He leaned against it as he spoke, craning his neck one way and then the other, trying to work the knots out. “This is ridiculous. We’re both navigators.” It was hard to read Horatio’s expression even in the light of the perfect harvest moon hanging over them. “You could sit down. Rest a minute.” Finster grinned, showing teeth, “I don’t bite.”