'They're calling for help.'
'I didn't see them send a signal,' Fury said.
'You wouldn't,' Alison replied. 'It's like talking.'
'Then how do you know?'
'I'll tell you later,' she said.
'Why didn't they stop for us.'
'They couldn't. They've got a big keel.'
'What's a keel?'
'Something you don't have on your dragon boats. If you did, you'd be able to sail into the wind.'
'You mean you can sail into the wind?'
'We can do much better than that.' Alison looked up. 'Sailing into the wind is nothing.'
'What else can you do?'
'We can fly.'
She threw out her arms and signalled to a helicopter that had appeared from around the headland. Fury watched, transfixed, as the dark form came closer and hovered overhead.
'Do you like your new realm?'
A broad smile appeared on Fury's face.
'I think I'm going to be happy here.'
'There's just one thing.' She squeezed his hand. 'You mustn't tell anyone where you come from.'