Wheeling Gull Isle naval

They can keep walking and it end here, or can run him off/fight. Whichever!

Teeth grit. This island belongs to God! He retorted with a snarl, even as she turned away from him with dismissal. Even when her silent companion followed.

Your time is temporary. His is eternal! He doubt she would understand, if she had grown up without the glory of God spoken to her. A pegan wretch, perhaps. Yet one day she would die. Then she would know, though her judgement be already made.