My stomach groans. I can smell the rich scent of our dinner coming from the galley. After all that has happened, my hunger still rules. Higgins comes towards me.

"Where will you take your dinner Miss?" He inquires. I look up at the sky. It is a beautiful clear night, a black sky dotted with stars, and the crescent moon.

"I will take my food right here on deck." I say. Higgins nods and walks back towards the galley.

Soon enough dinner is served and Jaimy, Tink, Jim, and I are all gathered around my table. I look at the food, ravenous, and soon enough I'm stuffing my face like the true street urchin I am. Higgins clears his throat loudly behind me. I roll my eyes, 'cause I know what he wants. I sit up straight, put my napkin in my lap, and begin to use my silverware. The Lawson Peabody look is firmly on my face. Tink smirks. Jaimy just raises his eyebrows at me. I curse under my breath.

"So… What have you been up to these last few weeks?" Says James.

"I have been working for British intelligence against my will." I slice off another piece of meat and put it most daintily into my mouth. "But I believe that you already knew that."

"Come on Jacky! We all know you love telling a yarn!" says Tink. James and Jim look at me expectantly.

"Maybe after we're done eating…" I say, to put them off. Maybe they will forget. But alas, they don't and I will be up for a while telling this one.

I begin with the part where I am hoisted out of my Nancy B. Aslop and I am hoisted unwillingly into the clutches of that file Biffle…

"And he glared at me with those thin beedy little eyes 'e has an' says (I make my voice deep) 'I'll get you for this you little slut…"

I go on to tell about seeing Davy again and my plans to escape the warship, and then into the French prison…

"And they threw in this miserable lumpy slimy thing and l went over to it and oh God no….It was you Jaimy and you wasn't looking good at all no…"

I tell how I got out and what I did when I got to London and the dance studio, and afterwards my first day in Paris…

"I go over to another shop and look in the window and I can see that he is doing the same 'cept another window down…"

The next bit was about my first time at the studio and the nighttimes with my mixtures. Yes, I edited this bit on Jaimy's behalf.

"Then I gave him a bit to drink and 'e don't suspect a thing…"

Then I tell all about the campaign march, and who I met there…

"I look towards 'the other American' and when he turns around I curse under my breath because it is none other than Randall Trevelene…"

And finaly I finish with the dramatic murder on the beach…

"and that bastard Jardinaux says, 'underneath your finery you're nothing but a common guttersnipe…"

Finaly the story is finished, and I sit back and take a deep breath. Nobody says a thing.

"Wow." squeeks Daniel Prescott and I know that he has listened to every word. Then everyone applauds.

Later,I look back to where Jaimy and Tink are talking. I can just hear snippets of their conversation…

"Sometimes I'm so afraid of losing her again. I feel like I steal any time I have with her. It's not mine to have…"

"I don't think that's true. Jacky's a wild one. I don't know if anyone ever held onto her for longer than a year."

"You mean physically or spiritually?"

"Physicaly. You've had her heart all along." says Tink. I smile, because that's all true.

"I need time to think Tink. Mind if I take the wheel for a while?" Think? What does Jaimy need to think about? Alarm bells were going off in my head.

"Sure." Says Tink. He walks away, and as soon as he is far enough I turn around and walk up to the wheel.