Miles/Naomi this chapter, I'm sure.

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"Charlotte?"

"Yeah?" Charlotte responded.

"Can I tell you something?" Dan said timidly.

"Anything," Charlotte said.

"Okay, Charlotte, you're probably the person I most trust on this boat," Dan began. It had been a week since the freighter left port.

Charlotte smiled. "Why thank you, Daniel, that's very sweet of you."

"Wait," Dan went on. "So…so I think it's only fair that I tell you…Charlotte, I don't remember things too well."

Charlotte looked at him curiously for a moment before replying, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," Dan said. "It's like…something's wrong with me. I can barely remember anything. I'm surprised someone as smart as you wouldn't notice. Everyone else does. They think I'm crazy, and I can tell."

Once again, Charlotte took a second before answering. "You're not crazy, Dan, they're wrong. So what if you don't have a very good memory? It's not like that can't change. Have you tried memory tests or anything?"

Dan shook his head. "I don't think it would help. I mean, I haven't always been like this, it was years ago, I was at Oxford-,"

Charlotte suddenly stood up. "C'mon." She grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"Where are we going?" Dan asked as Charlotte led him down a hallway.

"My room," Charlotte answered and unlocked a door to a small bedroom. She walked over to her dresser and pulled open a drawer, dug threw it a bit before pulling out a deck of cards. "Go on, sit." She sat on one side of her bed and Dan sat on the other.

"So how bad is your memory exactly?" Charlotte said while shuffling the cards.

"It all depends," Dan answered. "Most of the time it's really bad, sometimes I don't remember what I'm watching on TV during the commercials."

"Then we'll start out small," Charlotte put two cards down between them face-up. "Take as long as you need to try and remember them."

Four of diamonds and nine of clubs, Dan thought to himself. "Alright. Now what?"

"Now," Charlotte began. She flipped the cards over. "We wait a minute, and see if you can still remember them, in the right order, too."

A minute passed and Charlotte pointed to the first card. "Four of diamonds," Dan said. She flipped it over. Dan was right. She pointed to the next one. "Nine of clubs," Dan said. Charlotte flipped that one over too, revealing that Dan got both of them.

"See?" Charlotte said. "Not as bad as you think."

"Two cards, Charlotte, it's not that hard," Dan said.

"Well then why don't we move up to three?" Charlotte placed three different cards on the bed. Dan ran them through his head before Charlotte put them face-down again.

After a minute Dan tried to remember. "Uh, Jack of hearts." That one was right. "King of…uh…spades?"

It was the king of clubs. "Close," Charlotte said optimistically as she pointed to the next one.

"Three of hearts?" He guessed, really having no clue as to what it could be. It was the 7 of clubs.

"Don't worry," Charlotte said. "Sure, you have room for improvement, but on the one you were really, really close."

"It would take forever for me to remember all of them, I can't even get two," Dan sighed.

"That's okay," Charlotte smiled at him. "We have all the time in the world."

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"We've been out in the water for long enough; you want to take her for a test run?" Naomi asked Frank, referring to the helicopter.

"Sure," Frank replied. "I never say no to a chopper ride."

Frank hopped into the pilot's seat and prepared to take flight. Naomi stepped back and watched as the helicopter took off. Frank saw people rush out from below deck, alarmed by the noise. He flew farther out over the water until the people on the ship couldn't see him anymore.

Frank turned after a while and flew in that direction. It was a bit bumpy, which confused him, because it wasn't that much of a difference. It shouldn't have been that rough.

As he landed Naomi rushed over to him. "How'd it go?"

"Good, for the most part," Frank answered. "Hit a bit of turbulence while flying southeast."

"Did you really?" Naomi said, clearly deep in thought.

"Yeah," Frank said. "Why? Is that bad?"

"No," Naomi shook her head. "No, it's actually quite helpful. I have to talk to the captain, bye, Frank." She went below deck.

Quite helpful? Frank questioned in his head. How? What does this mean?

Whatever it was, Frank was sure it had something to do with the fact that the next morning they had turned in the exact direction where he had hit the turbulence.

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Miles found Naomi sitting out on deck the day they changed directions. It was probably the first time Miles saw her when she wasn't in a meeting or talking with the captain, or any other really important person.

To Miles, there were two kinds of people when it came to getting women. There were the sweet, sensitive, romantic people and the flirtatious, cheesy-pick-up-line people. Miles was that second one.

Naomi was sitting on a crate and facing the ocean with some papers and a pencil in her hand. Miles walked over to her and sat down on the other end of the crate.

Naomi looked up. "What?"

Miles shrugged. "I just wanted to sit here. By you."

Naomi raised her eyebrows. "Of course you did. But you know I meant what I said. I'm not here to baby-sit you all."

"You won't have to baby-sit me," Miles informed her.

"Good," Naomi replied.

"But, you know," Miles went on casually. "I'm always up for a good-night kiss."

Naomi rolled her eyes without looking up. "Don't you have some ghosts to talk to or something?"

"Why would I talk to a bunch of dead people when I could be talking to you?" Miles grinned.

Naomi sighed. "Because, Miles, I don't want you talking with me. As you can see, I have work to do, because I am way more important than you are. So, Miles, why don't you just go and do whatever you do on this ship?"

Miles was speechless for a second before a wide grin appeared on his face. "Say that again!"

"Why?" Naomi asked, clearly confused.

"Your accent makes you sound so hot when you say that," Miles explained.

Naomi rolled her eyes and sighed again. "Just stop, Miles."

"As you wish," Miles shrugged.

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Naomi didn't exactly know why she had told Miles to stop. Talking to him was a great change from talking to anyone else. They were all so serious and had no time for anything but work. But here was Miles, just attempting some at some harmless flirting.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Miles. I'm just kind of stressed out."

Miles looked confused. "What?"

"I shouldn't have snapped at you," Naomi said. "It wasn't right of me. We're all equals on this boat."

"As long as we play decent hold 'em," Miles quoted from George Minkowski, another member of the crew here.

Naomi laughed. "Exactly. You play?"

"Yeah, not much, though," Miles shrugged. "I play when I can."

"Well I think George wants to play tonight," Naomi went on. "He doesn't get out much so he can't invite everyone every time. Do you want to come?"

"Sure I do," Miles grinned. "When is it?"

"It's usually after dinner, around sunset," Naomi told him. "Just be out here on deck. He sets up a card table."

"And why isn't he in the communications room at that time?" Miles asked.

"Regina is in there," Naomi answered. "So I'll see you there?"

"Sounds like a date," Miles said.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Just be there."

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Not the longest chapter, but I did put Miles/Naomi A.K.A the awesomest most fantabulous ship ever!!