And at least up here, if there was trouble, Amaya could always just throw herself off the side of the deck. She wasn't a great swimmer, but she was sure she'd figure it out. And it was safer than if she'd've had to do it back in Kenya, even.

"Oh, seeing what sorts of things people'll put on sticks is one of my favorite parts about these trips!" Amaya admitted easily. "Got the squirrels real fit to be tied one trip when one of those things was Guinea pigs, let me tell you, some of them are still a bit sore on that one. But they're great. Easy. Convenient. Neat. There's usually enough grease on these gloves without adding various meat juices, too."

Like a poet, that Amaya Blackstone was.