Once on the boat, things finnaly continued to go smoothly. But somehow, Gleason's little friend managed to sneak aboard past the self involved Mithra. The little Shagin seemed enamoured with Gleason, and watched his every movement in awe, but the two ignored it.

Once they got situated on the Mana Clipper they soon realized that they were the only passagers, minus the eft, of course.

Elute smiled, content with the situation, and squeezed herself between the balcony and Gleason to face him. The sun was setting over the horrizon, and the soft pinkish rays shone through her auburn hair. Gleason lovingly wraped an arm around her slender waist, and played with her hair with his free hand." 'ave I told you, 'ow beautiful you look?"

Elute's face flushed a soft shade of rose as she grined at him, "Yes, many times. But that doesn't mean I want to stop hearrring it!" She poked him gently in the ribs, which cause him to burst out laughing.

"You will never get tired of that, will you?" He choked out between bouts of laughter. She continued to poke him, and they both knew it would be awhile until she stopped. He soon dropped to his knees in agony, when she decided to tackle him to the ground, her fingers still wiggleing at his sides.

In a matter of minutes, they were on the deck of the boat, in a very comprimising position. We are married... They both thought, as Elute fell in Gleason's arms and begen to caress his face with kisses. He held her tightly, and with a slight hessitation, his hands began to unfasten the back of her dress.

However they did not notice the Eft motioning angerly at Elute.

"Gleason..." Her eyes, closed in bliss, opened up to see the Eft looming over Gleasons head. It lunged at her face, it's arms flaring, and started to tear at her dress.

"What the-" Gleason didn't realize what was happening until he saw his wife screaming at his feet and trying desperately to get the jealous Eft off her.

"You dirrrty little- OW!" Elute's hand was nearly bitten off when she tried to grab the little beast by the throat. "How darrre you!" She managed to fling the Eft across the deck, to buy some time to grab her sword out of her gobbie bag.

But the Eft was faster than her.

She was barely a foot away when the little hellion was at her boot, trying to chew through it. She desperately tried kicking her foot in the air to get it off, but it held on fiercly, and the preasure of it's jagged teeth were taking it's tole on her armor.

"Love!" Gleason finnaly gathered his wits and jumped to his struggleing spouse, and attemted to remove the clinging Eft from her boot.

Elute gave up trying to kick it off, and clung to the boards on deck, trying to climb to her bag, screaming mithran curse words along the way, most of which Gleason did not understand. By the time she got to her weapon, and drew it on the fiend, the Eft jump on Gleason's back in hiding. Enraged, Elute thrusted herself towards the monster on Gleason's back, swinging her sword wildly. Gleason did his best to try to dodge her blows, calm her down, and get the Eft (which was now trembling in fear,) off his back.

"You arrre going to pay!" She tried loping its head off, but Gleason turned around defensively.

"Elute! Stop!" Gleason was piqued by the Eft's actons too, but this was a little too much.

She took another swing.

"Elute! Please sto-" He ducked, to avoid another swing. She was winded by all her efforts, as he grabbed her sword away from her."Give-me-this!" Elute looked at him smoldering, and realized the Eft was no longer on his back.

"Wherrre did it go!" She spun around to see its tail dissapear off the balcony, as it jumped overboard. She let out a cry of infuriation, as she ran to look in the water, hoping to catch it before it escaped.

Elute again started screaming more Mithran cursewords, until she saw Gleason on the ground laughing. She twirled around, peeved at first, and then grined.

"I almost got him, huh?"

"Well love, it looks like she got you."

She started to laugh along with him, until she looked at the sleeves of her dress.

"Ugh! The little brat!" Her Sleves were in shreds.

Gleason immediatly ceaced his laughter and got up to hug his frustrated partner.

"I'm sorry..." His voice trailed off.

Elute sighed sadly and removed the shreds that were once her sleeves. "It's alrrright..." Her gaze turned to the approaching Purgonorgo Isle, "Let's not let it ruin ourrr honeymoon ok?"

He smiled to comfort her, "Alright, lets go."