The three of them made their way in utmost secrecy late at night into Jolly Roger and headed for Emilia's shop. There are three of them. Sadly, it was also learned that Gallows had a slight case of food poisoning they believe. He should be good in a day or so—which made Clive object to it being food poisoning since he thought food poisoning would last longer than that period of time.

"Oh, wel-" Emilia paused. "You three?"

"What? Are you going to turn us in?" Jet questioned with steel eyes. She shook her head.

"No, I don't buy into that rumor." She replied. "So, there must be a good reason fro coming here in the shroud of darkness in a large port town."

Virginia walked up. "We had questions regarding the sandcraft you made us. We are not sure what all it's capable of. Especially, one certain green button on the main console."

"Green button?" Emilia wondered. "Oh? That thing!"

"Yes, what action does it perform?"

"None right now." Emilia honestly replied sticking her tongue out in embarrassment. "I would have to upgrade the ship for that button to be of use."

"Well, upgrade it then." Jet retorted.

"Do you three think you can hide out for two days while I do so?" Emilia wondered.

"It won't be a problem if you make it worth our while!" Virginia replied.

"Okay, I will try my best."

"Do you wish payment?" Clive questioned.

She shook her head. "No need this time. I have enough dragon fossils and all. What I do need, is a favor."

"What is that?" Jet looked on with paranoia.

"I will tell you when it comes time. For now, I will offer my shop to hide out in. The back of it I mean. A lot of bounty hunters come this way so it may be a problem though."

"We can handle on our own." Jet roughly replied. Virginia and Clive looked at him.

"You can, but says we want to?" Virginia remarked rudely. "We'll take the offer."

'Don't be stupid!" Jet argued. "Sitting around right under the noses of the guys who want us dead or captured is a stupid idea!"

"Well, if I were them I would not expect to find us right under my nose! I think this is a perfect option!" Virginia spat.

"Fine! When you get caught don't come running to me then! I'm going to go set up camp in some ruins or something." Jet walked away with a raised hand to signify 'so long'.

Virginia simply put her hands to her hips and let out a 'Hurumph' followed by "The nerve of that guy!" Clive simply laughed at all this, but stopped when she glared at him.

That left Jet to fend on his own in the wilds while the remainder of the group hid out in Emilia's place. Gallows was the worst off considering he was recovering a sickness. Clive and Virginia were forced to help him. When Virginia got barf on her boots she exploded and left Gallows in his own sick. She was a lady and not his mother so she should not be forced to that sort of thing. And, Jet was not here. A whole day without Jet really made her wish he was back. At least back to do the job of helping Gallows which she would have told him to do just as retribution for the past few days. She did not know why she hated him so much all of the sudden.

"You okay?" Clive wondered as they sat to eat dinner that night.

She looked sort of pale herself and she was sort of a downer. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said lacking vitality.

"You sure. You could have caught a bug from Gallows."

Her eye twitched. "B-bug?"

"A virus. His stomach sickness."

She blew a relieved breath. "I thought you meant a REAL bug."

"No, seriously. What's wrong?"

"I'm not too sure myself." She solemnly noted.

"Does it have to do with Jet? You seem to be rude to him a lot."

"He's just as rude back!" She snapped.

"Only in defense." Clive noted.

She sat there in silent retrospection. "I guess."

"You've acted like that towards him since earlier yesterday when we were showing each other what we got." Clive commented.

She held her breath. That was it? That moment changed her view on him somehow? Now if she only knew what did that. "I-I think you're right."

"Probably after he showed us what he got, actually."

She held her breath again. That was true as well. Was, she jealous? The one time Jet actually is nice and buys a gift she had hoped it would be for her. She deserved it! She never gets gifts and no respect truly from him. He gives her respect, but not in a recognition way. Was she just his chatterbox leader to him? They were meant to be friends! No, more than friends. They were comrades. They were meant to be better than that! Best friends all four of the group. Dare she think…that with Jet she be even closer and not in a brother-sister relation either. More like a future mother-father relationship down the line.

"Was it those ribbons that threw you off? Made you guys start arguing?" Clive wondered. "What was so great about them?"

"They're a gift…for the woman he loves."

Clive raised an eyebrow. "Jet loves a woman?"

"Yes, he told me." She caught herself. "Don't let him know you know! I told him is was a pure secret between he and I!"

"I'm not Gallows." Clive amended. "So, he told you he loved this woman?"

"Well…no, he said nothing about love. He just said it was a gift for a woman. Nothing more than that. And, I'm not even sure he said woman. He said girl if I remember."

"So, you just think he loves this girl?"

She closed her eyes. That was stupid. She jumped to conclusions again. "I guess I just got too caught up in it."

Clive simply nodded and gave her a grin. "So, why does this bother you anyway?" He asked knowing the answer anyway.

"I don't know. I guess I am just jealous. I don't know why." She said defensively as she hugged her knees on the floor that they sat on. "Do you…think…maybe I wanted that gift…in more than just a friendly gesture…way?"

"No."

"No?"

"You wouldn't want two magenta ribbons and you would never use them because they wouldn't go well with your hair." He sipped his drink.

A groan escaped her lips. "I wasn't talking about it like that!"

"I know."

"So?"

"You don't know what you want, Virginia. Good luck finding out what you do." Clive said as he stood up and headed for the bathroom.

She sat in silence wondering just what was going on with her. Jet had been acting so different recently. He finally shows that he can be affectionate, and he directs it in a whole other direction than her or anyone she would have thought would come first. Was she like a sister to him just because her own father helped raised him as well? They were not siblings! She would have to at least tell him that much and see where it goes.

Jet meanwhile was looking constantly around him. "I swear someone's talking about me." He deduced. His ears were burning and twitching as well as his constant sneezes that were not helping his stay inside the Ruins of Memory. He figured this would be a god spot since no one was interested in this dungeon any more. It had nothing of worth in it anymore, and he had found a good place to hide anyway so it was fine.

The Ruins of Memory. He realized that he indeed has a memory of this place. He was here only so long ago with the same people he still sort of hates today. There has been a lot of changes since then. It did seem like so long ago. At least now that he has been isolated for a good time he was up to seeing all of his 'comrades' again. After another day he decided he would return. Why grace them with his presence when they've been bothering as of late and making him do a lot of junk he did not want to. Piloting the sandcraft in a seat covered in Gallows vomit was not on his to do list.

Maybe he could have a little fun and worry them into thinking he ran off. That would make them act a little nicer to him. Then he rolled onto his back on the cold floor. "Nah, that's stupid and a waste of my precious energy anyway." He concluded.

"Virginia." He muttered. "What the Hell is up with that dumb girl? Well…she's not dumb…and…she's not a girl is she? No…she has big b-" He shook his head. "And, a…No, what am I saying?" He pound his head into the floor. Then he clutched his head in pain. "No, that only made my head hurt and not get rid of the thoughts." He muttered. Then he noticed something obvious and sat up quickly. "She's jealous!" He grinned. "I finally figured it out. Ha-ha! Take that stupid chatterbox! And you too Gallows! I know how women think and you don't!" He gloated to no one in particular. Too bad he still did not actually know how women think. He just thought he did at the moment. He sat back down with crossed legs and arms in quiet thought. "Why is she jealous though?" He sighed and lied back on the floor. Putting his hands in his pockets. "Huh?" He pulled out the two ribbons. "Oh…that's why." He simply said. "Still, that doesn't make sense. Why be angry at me for getting someone else a gift?" He lied down to take a nap.

Night broke on the second day and the group—including the now physically fit Gallows—met up in the hanger with Emilia. "So, what are the terms of our contract?" Clive questioned. "What will we owe you?"

"I upgraded the ship and all. In payment all you have to do is take me with you." They faltered.

"Why would a woman like you want to do something stupid like that?" Gallows questioned. "We're wanted criminals." He stood there a moment. He puts on a goofy grin. "Or…does that sort of thing turn you on? I'm a very dan-"

Jet elbows him. "Get your," He says an inaudible word only Gallows hears that can not be repeated to virgin ears. "Another time. Hers' isn't open for business."

Gallows stared at him. "Did you…seriously just say that word to me?" He questioned as the others looked on in confusion. Instead of what they thought would be a fight between the two Gallows grabbed Jet and put him into a friendly bear-hug and then positioned the gray-haired man for a noogie. "Little Jet is growing up!"

"Hey! Hey!" Jet broke away and fixed his clothes and hair. "Don't ever do that again." He warned.

"Look," Emilia began. "I want to see the world and you guys have the best ship around—especially due to my new modifications—and I would like to see what sort of mishaps we can get into." She explained. "Besides, I could come in handy when you need help with the sandcraft."

Virginia looked to them all. "Group huddle." She called for and scurried off to the side. Gallows shrugged and followed with Clive behind her. "C'mon Jet!"

"No way. I'm not getting into some dumb huddle. It's to childish. Why can't you just make a decision? You're the leader after all." He lamented.

"I believe in democracy and in our team. I'm not running a monarchy here. Everyone gets a voice, and that goes for you." She explained and the other two nodded.

"There's four of us." Jet began. "That means if you three all vote on the same thing it's unanimous and we'll be done talking." He noted. "So, go ahead and talk, and when you guys all come to the same answer come tell me and Emilia because I'm not wasting my time." Jet simply replied and the others groaned and went on with the secret team huddle. Jet stood with his crossed arms and finally looked to Emilia after moments of silence. "You really want to come with us?"

She nodded. "Of course. Besides, I haven't explained the new setup. There's…something special about the ship now, but it can't be used often. Would you mind helping me finish it?"

He looked at her warily. "Uh…sure…if it helps."

"Good." She smiled. "It won't hurt you—much—so don't look so worried."

"Uh, why did you say much?" He asked but was interrupted by the return of the remainder of the team. "Well?"

"Unanimous. She can come." Clive replied. Emilia rejoiced by hugging Jet—who was closest—and then Gallows. When Gallows pulled a Miroku though she backed away and decide to stop with the hugs. "So, where is the ship?"

"Right here!" With a press of a button the ship came into the area of the hanger. Noticeably larger. At least three to four times larger. "The ship now has a kitchen, and three bedrooms. Two big ones and a smaller one. Plus, the bath is not just a hole in the ship now, and you can take actual baths as well." She explained. "Enough on luxuries though," She waved her arms. "Note that there is now the main cannon, torpedoes, and two machine guns." She said with drool. "The engine now has twice the output it once did, and if we drive carefully and fast enough we may even be able to at times drive on soft land." She turned back to the amazed group. "So, shall we get going?"

They nodded dumbly and boarded the ship looking all around. "So, bedrooms?" Virginia wondered.

"I took the liberty of placing you all in your rooms already. Virginia, you and I will share one room, Jet and Clive another, and Gallows will take the smaller room."

"Hey, why do I get my own room?" Gallows wondered.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Clive mentioned.

"Oh…right…it is." Gallows scratched at the back of his head. "Well, we should get going now I would think."

"Well, where to though? We're on the run with no set destination." Clive brought up.

"Hold on." Emilia chimed in. "The ship isn't done yet."

"It's not?" Virginia wondered.

"We have to go get a part. We have to go to the Sandcraft Graveyard to get it and take it from a crashed one." She explained.

"Sandcraft Graveyard?" Virginia wondered. "I never heard of it."

"In the past year the sandcraft has been more common so, people have taken them all over. And, there has been this one area by Barrack Rise that has been come to be known as the Sandcraft Graveyard." Emilia explained. "Many ships have been downed there and no one knows why because they don't live."

They all remained quiet. She wanted them to go there? She's crazy! Still, if it's needed. "O-Okay. Let's go!" Virginia sternly said with a hidden fear.