As Doubar and Bryn were making their way up the dune they heard some very odd noises coming from the other side:

"Ai!"

Bonk!

"My head!"

*Giggling* "Are you alright?"

"You just.. I'm gonna…"

Squeeeeeel!

Then a laughing Maeve came running down the dune, chased by a very determined looking Sinbad. Spotting Doubar and Bryn coming their way Maeve sprinted for the big guy, dodged behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Save me!" She laughed. "He's gone insane."

"Settle down you two, we came to bring you your lunch," Doubar said, feeling an odd flashback from when Sinbad was a child. Scary how easy it is to slip back into being a parent, or maybe not so scary after all.

Sinbad straightened, deferring his pay-back for now. Maeve relaxed a little, but kept a sharp eye on any sudden moves.

"What was that about anyway?" Bryn asks as they walk back to the casks on the beach, Maeve making sure to keep Doubar between her and Sinbad.

Sinbad's hand flew to his butt and then just as quickly drew his hand away. "She uh… She startled me, made me hit my head on the cask," he said, throwing Maeve a look that spoke of the horrors to come if she were to tell exactly how she'd startled him.

"I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose," Bryn said, ever the peacemaker, even when they were instigating a fight between them in just a few moments.

"Oh she did it on purpose alright," Sinbad said, still eyeing her darkly.

"I didn't know you were going to hit your head!" Maeve protested half-heartedly, having too much fun at his expense to really put some feeling into her own defence.

"Well anyway," Doubar interjected before the two would go into one of their bicker-fests they were so well known for. "Here's your lunches."

"You didn't make these did you?" Maeve eyed Doubar warily.

"I did," Bryn said, smiling because Doubar's cooking really wasn't safe. "I tried something new with it, do you like it?"

Maeve tasted Bryn's offering and nodded. "Yeah, 's good. Come to think of it, I've seen some herbs growing around here that we should really try and gather before we set sail." Maeve said before starting to shovel the food into her mouth at breakneck speeds. The sooner she'd finished, the smaller the chance Sinbad was going to mess with her food somehow.

But because her attention was on Bryn and on the food, she only noticed Sinbad creeping up on her out of the corner of her eye when it was too late.

She screamed when he grabbed her from behind, both arms around her waist and hoisted her up. "Sinbad! Stop it!"

In three steps he was standing knee-deep in the sea and with a big splash, dropped her in. She managed to grab one of his feet while she was down there though and pulled him off balance, making him fall into the water with her.

Doubar and Bryn watched an epic water-fight develop, tutting over the language the two supposed adults were using between peals of laughter.

"Is this what it is like to have children?" Bryn asked Doubar, her hand on his arm.

"He was much better behaved as a child," Doubar defended his parenting skills.

"I don't know, I kind of like their free spirits," Bryn said. "What do you think our kids will be like?"

Though they had reached a certain understanding the night before Doubar still felt the wave of warmth that went through him every time she gave a renewed indication that she was in this for the long haul.

"I think our children will be perfect and I think they will continuously be led astray by their children," Doubar said, not doubt in his mind that his brother's children and his own would make one, tight-knit family.

"Yes," Bryn agreed, watching the water-fight lose most of its energy as its two warlords were getting tired and noticing just how enticing the other looked. "Though by the way those two carry on, we're probably going to have a LOT of nieces and nephews. If we start before them, we can set them up as head of the whole unruly mob."

Her dark eyes were brimming with a salacious humour that Doubar had only recently found out about her, and loved about her the moment he noticed. "I can't argue with that logic," he said, turning his full attention away from the water and onto his lady-love. Good thing too as the two water-logged lovers touches were becoming less-warlike by the second and more amorous.

Doubar could feel his heart speeding up as he leant down to kiss Bryn, planning to never stop. He blinked just once and she was gone. He looked around and saw that a dripping wet Maeve had taken Bryn by the bicep and had dragged her away, putting a scrub brush in her hands.

"Come on you lovebirds, we don't have all day, you can make googly eyes all you want when the work is done," Maeve brightly said, apparently not aware that she wasn't the picture of professionalism herself at the moment.

Bryn shot a forlorn look at her beau, inwardly steaming that she wasn't being thoroughly kissed by now. Oh yes, she would have her revenge on Maeve and Sinbad yet.

Sinbad slapped his big brother on the back. "The sooner we get to it, the sooner you'll have her back," he said, just as brightly as his paramour.

Doubar couldn't wait to start their scheme.