Jareth felt - off. Like magic was being used somewhere on board. Squawk wouldn't dare do anything to jeopardize this trip, would he? Calming himself, he turned to Robert.

"The weather was supposed to be clear tonight, it's not too rough but you do have the option to turn back now." The darkening clouds had started grumbling with thunder and Jareth was at a loss to figure out the change in weather. It was like someone had opened a door and let the storm through to them. Someone who was not happy.

"Turn back? Just when it's getting fun? No, this isn't going to be too big of a storm. Besides, there are some small islands up ahead, we can always stop there if it gets too choppy."

Jareth grinned at Robert in spite of his lingering worry. The man had spirit, so few humans did nowadays. Maybe that was where his Sarah - oh no, he thought, removing his glasses to rub his eyes.

"Something wrong, Captain?" Robert looked concerned. Jareth swore under his breath. She couldn't know about her powers yet, could she? That other girl, there was some strong magic in her but they wouldn't be working spells in the middle of the ocean, would they?

Then again, Sarah was no ordinary girl - why wouldn't she be working spells against him. Somehow though it didn't seem directed at him, it was more Squawk.

Jareth had a bad feeling. He looked at Robert calmly and held up his hands.

"Um, no. Nothing at all, tra la la, just have a bit of a headache. Listen - you can steer the yacht, just keep her steady as I've shown you and I'll run down and get something for the pain." He was going to spank his little Sarah until she admitted she hadn't yet grown up enough to be his queen. Then he was going to kiss her until she begged to be his queen. The time for subtlety was ending.

"Really, wonderful! Karen won't believe this, steering my first time out," Robert was like a little boy, grabbing the controls of the boat and wildly swerving. Jareth put his hands over Robert's for a moment.

"Gently, sir - it's not a race." Robert looked a bit embarrassed.

"Right, sorry," he smiled. Jareth gave a half grin and ran down to the cabins. Oh when he got his hands on those two little witches...

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Squawk ran over to Karen, still passed out. He nudged her with his foot.

"Kick mama?" Toby said excitedly. He ran over on chubby little legs and kicked Karen in the knee. Squawk panicked and scooped Toby up.

"No no no, baby, you can't kick mama! Mama's gonna kick Squawk overboard for this. Where to hide? Where to hide?" He frantically looked around, almost falling over as the boat lurched a bit to one side. "I don't feel so good, baby."

"Go lie down?" the little boy suggested, patting the goblin's head sweetly. "I'll take care of gobbin."

"Right, lie down - under a rock. Oh no rocks on boat - where to hide, baby?"

"Hide in Sarah's room, Sarah like gobbins!" Toby announced. Squawk looked at him strangely.

"Really?"

Toby nodded. "She dreams all the time. Says 'Love you Gobbin King' and smiles when she says it."

Squawk paused. The girl loved Jareth. And Jareth had come to take her home so this might actually turn out better than Squawk had thought. This put a positive spin on things, he should find the king and tell him. Still holding Toby, he ran up towards the bridge.

Bursting into the bridge, he didn't see Jareth. Robert gave a startled look at the - creature holding his son and screamed.

"There's a monkey on board - Jareth, did you bring a monkey on board? Jareth?" He ran towards the animal to grab his son and cursed as Squawk and Toby disappeared in a puff of smoke.

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Sarah glanced around the cabin hesitantly. Sasha was still in a light trance, talking with someone in her head. Sasha always said she had a spirit voice in her head, but Sarah only half believed her. A few seconds passed and Sasha smiled at Sarah.

"Well," Sarah asked. "Did it work? What happened?"

"Well," Sasha answered. "Something happened. I feel a push."

"Push?"

"Yes, like my magic hit something that pushed back." Sasha grinned.

"Jareth?" Sarah asked, worried. "Do you think he knows what we're doing down here?"

"And what, may I ask are you two children playing at down here?" Jareth asked roughly. "Magic is not a game no matter how fun you may think it."

"We know you have a goblin on board - don't try to deny it," Sarah said hotly.

"I'm the Goblin King - why wouldn't I have a goblin with me to serve, child?" Jareth smoothly answered, coming into the room.

"I'm not a child," Sarah said instinctively. "I'm a full grown woman in case you hadn't noticed."

Jareth looked Sarah up and down slowly. A slow grin crossed his face and a flash of something dangerous followed. He took a step towards her, stark hunger in his gaze. Her breath was getting shallow and she was lost in his intense stare.

"I have noticed. I've noticed quite a bit. I've noticed how you tremble when I enter a room."

"Out of disgust," Sarah said defensively. His hand slowly reached out and tucked a long lock of dark hair behind her ear and she shuddered lightly, closing her eyes. How a simple touch could make her lose touch with her anger, it was another trick - it had to be, he couldn't feel anything for her. She'd die if he felt anything for her. She'd have to admit how she felt towards him and there was no way she could do that.

"I've noticed how you don't push me away," Jareth whispered, breaking into her silent struggle to regain some sanity.

"I - I was surprised." Sarah backed away and fell onto the bed. Jareth's eyes darkened, but he seemed to remember they were not alone and turned to Sasha. "Sasha, I'm guessing you're behind the spell?" At her silent nod, he pursed his lips in thought, then stuck out his tongue as if trying to capture a snowflake on his tongue. Sarah thought she would melt into the floor watching his tongue. She sat down on the floor, stunned.

"Hmm, it tastes like a - truth spell if I'm not mistaken. Very nice," he said, bowing at Sasha who giggled. "Very well done, tastes heavenly. You may just turn into a first rate witch after all."

"Really?" Sasha squealed, "because mom says I have really strong instincts and my spirit guide Alia told me that I'm meant for a grand journey."

"Alia?" It was Jareth's turn to be stunned. "Your - spirit guide is named Alia?"

"Yes, you've heard of her?"

"My mother's name is Alia," Jareth sighed, pieces falling into place. He'd thought he was in control of this path but apparently his mother had other ideas. A quick smile crossed his face at that. Fae mothers were brutal when running their children's lives. He wondered briefly how Sarah would be with their children. The thought made Jareth remember his purpose.

"There is a slight storm brewing. It is not natural," he said. Sarah glared at him.

"I knew it - I knew you were responsible for the weather," she yelled.

"Jareth!" Robert yelled, "did you bring a monkey on board? Jareth?"

"Squawk," Jareth sighed. "Your weather spell was bad enough Sarah, but a truth spell? Hardly considerate. I'll have to find a way to punish you later." He ran from the room, calling for his first mate.

"Punish?" Sarah whispered, and sort of liked the idea. The two girls ran after Jareth, bumping into a furious Robert.

"There is a monkey on board," Robert shouted. Jareth sighed again.

"Sailors often bring a small animal on board for luck," Jareth explained. "I'm sure Squa- I mean Steven brought his dog on board."

"Dog?" Robert asked. Karen's scream got their attention and they started running towards her cabin, Robert in the lead.

"What is going on, Jareth?" Sarah asked pulling his sleeve. He looked down at her, and shrugged.

"As usual, when it comes to you, Princess - I have absolutely no idea."