Epilogue

The air was hot and humid, wrapping the entire island in what felt like a warm fuzzy blanket of hot air. This day was sunny as it often was on the island. Per the usual, the foursome had gathered on the sandy beach as they did nearly every day to enjoy the wide-angle views and tropical temperatures.

"You know, Amon," Nagira spoke up, breaking the reverie, "you could try to blending in a little more by wearing something a more island-ish." He jabbed a finger in Amon's direction.

"I'm fine like this," he replied with a shrug. Since coming to the British Virgin Islands, Amon had insisted on wearing his typical sort of clothing. Rarely did he ever wear shorts or swimming trunks in public. The heat had eventually force him to wear shorter sleeved shirts, but he still wore the usual slacks. Robin was hardly better, but over time she was gradually wearing what Doujima had deemed more "normal" attire. On the other hand, Robin did overcome her self-consciousness and began wearing bathing suits out on the beach.

"You never should have let her get that tattoo," Nagira commented, indicating Robin with his drink. The girl was clad in stunning black one-piece suit accentuated with a blue sarong and currently off in the distance pacing the shoreline. Doujima had struggled for months to get her into a two-piece, but to no avail. "She's going to look like one of those Picts soon."

Amon merely shrugged. "Robin wanted them." His eyes ran over the new additions to her body that were visible.

"You're so whipped," Nagira snorted.

"And you're one to talk," Amon quipped.

"How many does she have now? I can't keep track."

"Right now, five, but I think there will be a sixth in the near future."

"It's like Pandora's Box or maybe some sort of repressed Catholic girl syndrome."

"I think they look cute," Doujima cut in.

In unison, Amon and Nagira rolled their eyes. "Of course you would," Nagira said with a chuckle, "but you don't appear to have an interest in getting one yourself."

"Hmm, tattoos are nice, but rings are better." She winked as she held up a hand sporting a well-formed stone. Doujima turned her attention to Robin. "Hey, Robin!" she yelled as she waved an arm above her head. "Come get your drink."

Robin strolled back over to the group, sitting delicately on the chair already prepared for her between Nagira and Amon. Doujima leaned over Nagira and shoved a bottle of sunscreen in Robin's face. She had lectured the girl many times about the dangers of the sun for people in general and especially for those as light as Robin. Obediently, she took the bottle and began coating herself with the contents. Amon watched Robin a moment then quickly volunteered his services to reach the places she couldn't and generally use it as an excuse to touch her body. Too absorbed in his actions, he didn't notice the collective eyes of Doujima and Nagira watching them with interest.

"Jeez Amon," Nagira remarked as he broke through Amon's focused thoughts, "it's great that you two are together, but you should save something for your room."

"At least they're finally screwing," Doujima muttered under her breath.

After she was well-drenched and nearly pasty white from the sunscreen, Robin relaxed in her chair and reached for the iced coffee on the table beside her chair.

"You could at least try something alcoholic," Doujima commented from her seat.

"No need," Robin replied, smiling contentedly as she took a deep sip of her drink. "Coffee suits me just fine."

They dissolved into silence, the gentle breeze swirling over the beach. The day was absolutely stunning and should have brought more contentment to the group. It was a life so many in the world would have envied.

Nagira sighed in boredom. "How long has it been since we first came here?"

"Who knows?" Doujima responded dejectedly with a shrug.

"Approximately five months, one week," Amon supplied monotonously.

"Apparently Amon," Nagira commented drolly.

Silence overtook them again as the glared in unison at the perfectly blue, endless and boring sky.

"I thought life in the West Indies would be more interesting," Doujima commented irritably.

"It's very dull," Robin added. She thought for a moment. "Shouldn't we be doing something more important than lying on a beach?"

"Like finding a way to overthrow Solomon?" Nagira suggested.

"Rallying witches together to form a super army?" Doujima added.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Nagira returned.

"Anything but this?" Amon concluded darkly.

The foursome sighed in unison.

Robin sat upright, placing her empty drink back on the small table. "I don't really like this type of weather. I prefer a more Mediterranean climate."

"I don't really like this type of tropical climate either," Amon agreed.

"I just don't like hot weather," Nagira stated distastefully. "Interferes greatly with my coat-wearing time."

"Well, I like it," Doujima piped up. Her resolve wavered. "I guess it's only good for a few months out of the year." She glanced about at her surroundings. "Actually, the lack of seasons is rather disturbing."

"So it's agreed then," Nagira said, sitting up. "Should we go now?"

"As soon as possible," Amon stated flatly.

"I think I can manage that," Nagira said with a nod.

The group hurriedly took their leave from the chairs, gathering their few belongings before heading towards their current place of residence. They paused as they realized Robin still stood by her chair. They glanced back to her with questioning looks.

"It's going to be dangerous," Robin commented, digging her toe in the sand. "Are you sure you want to do this on my behalf?"

"Life isn't a lot of fun without some danger," Nagira winked.

At his side, Doujima beamed at her, nodding emphatically. "Wherever you go, we'll be there to help however we can."

"It will be alright as long as we are together," Amon said lowly, extending his hand to her. She looked at it, hesitating before she took a hold of it. He led her down the beach and back towards the hotel as Doujima and Nagira, walking a few paces ahead, began to argue over where they should head to first.

"Are you insane? Italy will not be in the itinerary anytime in the near future. Do you want to be hunted as soon as we step foot in the country - hey you two, hurry up!"

"It's a beautiful day," Robin commented to Amon as they hurried to catch up, "even if it is too hot here."

"Yes, it is."

Robin smiled as she looked up to Amon. For once, her expression was reassuring. It told him that whatever the future held, they would face it together, hand in hand.

Amon nodded and smiled back.

End...