Eventually, everyone's best wasn't good enough. That's what gets you killed, whether it's a battle or a disease. Best is relative. Someone will always be better, eventually. Kelson gave her a small smile as she looked at the water, and offered him a tidbit into her life.

"Who are Connor and Travis? Friends? And I think it will take them at least a few days. If they have not yet realized our need for ample fresh meat, vegetables and grain, traveling may take just as long. Someone might have to mention it to them."

If these beings could teleport, they probably did not realize that other people couldn't. He really needed to figure out how that guy did that, back home. He was there one minute and gone the next. If he could figure that out...he could get from island to island. At the very least.