So do you know how to navigate or something?" said Lydia walking over the ship and taking a look on its rooms.

"Babes, did you forgot how old I am?" Beetlejuice walked behind her with his hands in his pockets and with a wide smile on his face.

"Hum... 600 and some more, right?" She opened the door to what appeared to be some kind of cabin. Maybe it was the captain's cabin. All the cabin's furniture were made of dark wood, which let the room darker than it already was. Just the moon light illuminated the whole room passing through a big window.

"Right, and I know very well how to navigate with this piece of wood." With a smug smile he fixed his hat on his head and filled his lungs.

"You have no idea what you are doing, do you?" with a very tedious look she stared at him raising her eyebrows;

"No..." he let all the air go out of his lungs and his smile disappeared. "But we can try... Something?" A embarassed giggle escaped from his lips and in a hurry he started to look around.

Lydia stayed quiet for a moment to think, closing the dark cabin's door behind her.

"Well this ship may work by two ways: by sails," she pointed to the two big sails behind him centralized on ship's deck. "Or..." she walked through the deck reaching the edge, leaning on the ship's parapet. "Or maybe there's some paddles..." she said trying to see if there was any gap[?] to intern paddles get out from the ship and touch the sea. "But even if there's any of it, me and you wouldn't handle it by ourselves."

"We would... If I had my juice." He said in low tone like a mumble trying to snap his fingers.

"Let's set the sails." Lydia basically ignored his mumbling and walked to the sails. Beetlejuice followed her still trying to snap his fingers and mumbling.

Doesn't took too long until the sails were set and the ship started to be pushed by the wind over the sea with its waters hitting ship's dark wooden keel.

Beetlejuice hold the helm trying to turn the ship on the right direction and Lydia was behind him. Her eyes were clouded over in an absent gaze. She didn't show any reaction, she was totally lost on her thoughts.

When he turned his head to talk something to her he froze just for looking her like this. He hated so much to see her worried like that, and somehow he knew why she was lost like this. Even knowing he decided to ask her anyways.

" Is everything okay, Lyds?"

"Yeah... Everything okay." Without blinking her eyes, she put her arms around her body, staring the horizon.

"And why are you like this? Lost...?" He was holding firmly the helm as he looked to her.

"Worried, that's all..." she started to blink again, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"Babes, I know it worries you, but everything will be okay. We are together on this one... As I said earlier today, we already escaped from worst situations." He smiled.

"Beetlejuice..." she sighed and got her look up to gaze him.

"I know it doesn't help much, cause we don't know what will happen..." while he was speaking her eyes wided.

"BEETLEJUICE..."

"Hey! Don't need to be angry, I'm trying to help you here, Lyds."

"NO, ROCKS!" she runned on his direction and held the helm with all the her straight, pushing it to the other direction trying to avoid the rocks.

The suddenly turn of direction was so abrupt the ship destabalized and both of them fell on the floor.

Before they could hit the floor, Beetlejuice held Lydia firmly on his arms, making her fall over his body.

"You were fast..." said the ghost, embracing her while both waited the ship to estabilize again.

"I... I knew you were distract and wouldn't listen to me, that's all." her eyes looked around a little nervous, it seemed she was checking if there was anyone looking them right now.

"You're right, but as I said, you were fast. Are you all right?" He still was holding her tight around his arms. Without noticing, he had a smile on his face.

"Ahm?... Oh, yeah I'm, and how about you?" They were so distracted... If anyone was watching them right now, they would probably know they were just enjoying the moment on each other's arms, cause the ship was already estabilized.

"I'm okay, just a little pain in the back and worried about you." Beetlejuice eyes couldn't got out of her.

"Don't need to, I.. I'm okay. We will get out of here, I know that." She smiled trying to calm him down. She knew how desperate he coulg be when something was bothering her, so she wanted to do everything she could to let him calm.

He just smiled, taking of a lock of hair from her face and putting it behind her ear. They stared at each other for some minutes until a stronger wave hit the kneel and it shaked a little bit. She shake make Lydia come back to reality.

Embarassed she practically jumped to got up, getting out from his embrace with her cheeks blushed.

"I think it's better if we settle things to both of us take a lil rest, tomorrow will be a long day." She turned her back to him and walked away on the deck.

"I... Agree?" said getting up. It was too late, she was too far away from him to even listen his response. Sighed and shrugged putting his hands inside his pocket to follow her.

Lydia was already on her room. In total there was two bedrooms with bathrooms, a kitchen under the deck and the captain's cabine. Even though the ship was small, the bedrooms were comfortable, with small windows letting just the moon light get inside. The beds are for two people each and there was one or two furnitures, like wardrobes and writing desks.

If it was a abandoned as Frank said, it was in a good state.

Beetlejuice was taking care of the helm and he already could see the sun almost starting to rise in the horizon. Or something like that, cause his eyes were too heavy right now, that his head kept falling off his hands now and then.

Once again, his head fell... It fells so abrupt that his whole body leaned making his forehead hit the helm.

"Wow" in a jump his eyes got wider and he put his hand on his forehead. "I think I'm done. Gonna see if Lyds can change turns with me for few hours." He said letting the helm away and walking to her bedroom, caressing his forehead yet.

"Hey, Bab..." he paused before he finished his line. A silly and tired smile appeared on his face soon as his eyes analyzed what was in front of him.

Lydia was sleeping, just with her t-shirt, pants on her body and a messy sheet covering her.

He got closer and leaned his body over the table by the bed side.

'She's sleeping so well... It doesn't even seems she was worried earlier today.' He thought, wiping his eyes and smiling. He was staring every single detail on her face. Her face was softly illuminated by the moon light.

Lydia furrowed her eyebrows, mumbling something.

'Me and my big mouth'... right after he thought that, he raised an eyebrow and shaked a little his head. He didn't said anything, it was just a big coincidence.

Right after he stared at her again with the same dummy and exhausted smile as before.

He stayed like that for some minutes until he remind why he was there. He needed to wake her up so they could change turns[?], cause he couldn't stay up for more time, especially alone.

But he wouldn't can, she was in a deep sleep, so peaceful that would break his heart to be the responsable for waking her up.

"I'll think on something else." he said in low tone and Lydia started to move on bed. He froze, covering his mouth at the same time.

She were still sleeping, she just moved a little bit.

Relieved, he got closer to her, took her sheet and fixed it. Soon as he covered her again, he turned walkin away and getting out from her bedroom.

One more time, the sleepy Lydia moved her body and a low sigh got out from her lips.

"Beetejuice..." she smiled, still unconscious in her dreams.

Back to the helm, Beetlejuice was pacing back and forth impatiently trying to find something to take his place.

"I need somethin' that hold the helm in this direction." he talked to himself while pointing to the direction he thought. "But what?"

"Pff, a third arm, course. If ya know what I mean." he snorted. "Good one, BJ." he scratched his belly looking around for something. There was some ropes on the wooden floor. He stared at this for a while and looked to the parapet close enough to the helm.

If he had his juice, for sure a light bulb would appear on the top of his head.

He snapped his fingers "That's it!"

Calmly and fighting against his own tiring shoulders and eyes, he caught the ropes and tied them up between the parapet and the held firmly. With a satisfied smile, he walked to his room. Finally he would be able to rest a bit.

The sun started to paint the sky on the horizon, but it was dark yet. Suddenly Lydia woke up frightened looking around and feeling her heart beating on her throat. Her anxiety almost explode soon as she noticed where she was. It wasn't a dream.

"Beetlejuice?" she asked for him, but there wasn't any response. "Oh, sure, he's on the other room." She giggled nervously and laid down again.

A weird feeling filled her whole body, as somewhere on the room there was a pair of eyes watching her. She tried to avoid this feeling and just close more her eyes, but the feeling just got worst when she heard the bathroom's door knob turning.

In a hurry she got up and stared at that door... Nothing, maybe it was just her imagination, cause she pass through a lot of things since she and Beetlejuice got stuck on that universe.

"I'll check if he's okay." talked to herself, getting up from her bed and going out.

Still in a hurry, she crossed the deck until Beetlejuice's bedroom.

Very carefully she opened the door and looked inside, making sure he was really sleeping.

For her luck, he was sleeping like a rock. She entered with a smile on her face, closing the door behind her.

Now a comfortable feeling filled her chest. Even the two bedrooms were practically the same, the air on this one was totally different, less heavy and more warm.

Getting close to his bed, she sat by his side.

' He wouldn't mind if I sleep here, right?' she thought and laid down.

There was one thing that her bedroom have and his doesn't... Sheets. Trying to get warm, Lydia rested her head on his chest and her eyes closed. He was cold, as usual, but at least his clothes helped her to feel a little warmer.

He unconsciously put his arms around her, and adjusted a little bit to fit in this 'new' position.

She couldn't handle a sleepy and silly smirk on her face before she got back to sleep.