Kennitsson laughed. ‘Ship, I am Prince Paragon of the Pirate Isles! Do you not realize who Kennit’s son is now? I am next in line for the throne.’ The light that touched his face followed the hard lines of his smile. ‘I command. I do not request.’ Paragon turned away from him and spoke out over the water. ‘Not on my decks, Kennitsson. Never on my decks.’
