A/N: Another sort of boring chapter...more story set up. Yay! *groans*. As I have mentioned in my other fanfic story, I'm in the process of moving, so I'll try to get this updated as often as I can, but if you don't see anything, please, just bear with me, as moving sucks! Enjoy!

The next morning, we were sitting in port in Juneau, loading up supplies, when a young man walked up to our tugboat. He was tall and average in build. He ran his right hand through his dark hair. It wasn't until he walked up to the boat that I noticed his grey blue eyes piercing through my soul.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the Murphy Salvaging Company," he said smoothly.

I looked at him cautiously," That's us."

He extended his right hand," I'm Ryan Charon. I talked with Jerry about the job to bring in the Baychimo."

I shook his hand," Nice to meet you, Mr. Charon."

"Please, call me Ryan," he smiled flirtatiously.

I let go of his hand, suddenly nervous.

Jerry came down the deck of the tugboat. When he saw Ryan, he shouted as he waved," Hey man! You made it!"

Ryan smiled and waved back.

Without permission, Ryan walked onto the ship and headed towards Jerry.

I stood there, watching him roam freely on the ship. Peter walked up to me, carrying more supplies. "What's up?"

I looked at him, then back to Ryan," I'm not sure I trust this guy."

"Who? Him? Is that him?" Peter asked, adjusting the supplies he held.

I nodded," I don't know why, but he gives me the creeps. I have red flags going up when I look at him."

Peter adjusted the box in his hands, again," I know that you are usually pretty good about your instincts, but you know that you had those feelings about Troy, right?"

"Troy still creeps me out, Peter. I just know why now," I sighed, recalling the day that he hit on me and five other women at the same time.

Peter walked onto the ship," Just give him a chance. It could be just the first impression, sort of thing."

As Peter walked away, I just sighed and shook me head.

We were on the open sea, heading in the direction that Ryan provided for us. Though we didn't have any exact spot to travel to, we knew the currents, and had a pretty good guess where to start.

Jerry was the one on the wheel. As he stood there, he drank some more of his coffee. It wasn't long before he reached for his stool. Sitting down, to be more comfortable, he drank the rest of his coffee.

Troy and Ryan were down below decks talking about everything and anything. I sat across the room from them, next to Peter, watching them becoming best friends.

Peter whispered," They seem to be getting along well."

"I've noticed," I whispered back, after sipping from my hot herbal tea.

Laughter erupted from across the room. We looked up to see Troy and Ryan practically crying from whatever joke they were sharing. I looked over to Peter for an explanation, at which point he just shrugged.

Jerry's voice rang down into our main room," Ellie, you may want to come up here for a moment."

I swallowed the tea that was burning my tongue. I handed Peter my cup and headed up to the bridge.

Once I arrived, I asked Jerry," What do you see?"

Jerry turned to see me," There was something in front of us just now."

I peered out the glass. It was pitch black outside, and you couldn't see more than a couple feet in front of the boat. I looked back at Jerry.

"I'm telling you...I saw something," he stated.

"Are you sure that you're not just tired? Do you need a break?" I questioned.

Jerry sighed," I'm not tired. I just drank a pot of coffee..." after realizing what he said, he added," That doesn't help my case, does it?"

I smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, I grabbed the walkie and spoke into the receiver," Troy, can you get on the spot light, please?"

Jerry looked at me, "Why Troy?"

"He's not doing anything important," I stated.

Within a few moments, the spot light turned on and illuminated the dark ocean in front of us. Visibility was now a few yards out instead of a couple feet. As we stood there, gazing out the window, we searched for whatever it was that Jerry had seen.

I was ready to give up, when we could see the light bouncing back towards us. I gasped, but no sound came out. Jerry had thought quickly and made sure to hit the brakes as we approached the slow moving ship that lay before us.

When our ship finally stopped next to this strange and badly worn ship, we were only inches from hitting it.

We stood there, in awe, and shock of what we were staring at. The spot light flashed the hull, and written clear as day was the word, Baychimo.

Jerry whispered," We found it! Holy crap!"

I couldn't pull my eyes from the ship. There was something so mesmerizing about it. Yet, I also was fully aware that every hair on my body was standing at attention, and goose bumps were forming across my arms.

Ryan's voice pulled me from my daydreaming of the ship," Shit! It's real! I honestly didn't think that it was..."

I blinked a few times, holding my tongue, as I didn't want to say anything rude.