A/N: Another chapter for ya! Enjoy! I wrote this fairly quick, so I apologize if it's not my best work.

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-JB

Italics in quotation marks represent dialogue spoken in Spanish.

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Panama City Docks. 9:30 a.m.

Chuck and Sarah walked along the different docks, talking to various boat captains and crew members trying to find a ride. So far they had only encountered out-and-back boats. What they needed was either a boat for rent or a boat making a run south. Both of them were straining a bit to keep up with the fast-paced Spanish spoken on the docks, but the more they talked the more comfortable they became. They had left the safe house ready to go. Chuck had the backpack on and they had made sure to wipe clean any trace of them at the safe house in Veracruz.

At this point, they were struggling to find vessels with people aboard to talk to. Most were already out at sea for the day anyways. Chuck spotted an older looking boat at the end of the next dock over from the one they were walking down. They could see three people moving about the deck, seemingly loading supplies. They decided to give it a shot and made their way over.

As they approached they got a better view of the fishing vessel. It was a little over fifty feet, Chuck estimated. It looked to be about twenty years old, but as all the boats around, it was well taken care of. Apparently there were only three crew members - an older man and an older woman, and a boy who Sarah guessed was in his late teens. They stopped a respectable distance away on the end of the dock and politely waited until they had the older man's attention.

Chuck spoke first, in Spanish.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning."

"May I ask where you plan on fishing?"

"We're not fishing, young man. We're making a run to Cojimies and then to Chimbote."

Chuck's eyebrow raised slightly at his statement. He looked at Sarah, and she subtly gave him a nod.

"Sir, my wife and I need a ride to Peru. We have money and would be more than willing to help out also." Chuck knew that Cojimies was in Ecuador, and, luckily, Chimbote was a port in Peru.

The old man nodded at Chuck and turned to the old woman and the boy. They gathered around and spoke in hushed tones, sneaking looks back at Chuck and Sarah, who were standing on the end of the dock holding hands. After a minute, they seemed to come to a conclusion and turned back to face them. The old man spoke.

"Please, come aboard. Welcome to our home. I am Mario. This is my wife Rosa, and our son Eduardo."

"Thank you, sir. My name is Chuck and this is my wife Sarah. Nice to meet you."

Chuck hopped aboard first and held his arm out for Sarah. He knew she was an independent woman. She had made that very clear to him on many different occasions. But that never stopped him from trying to be a gentlemen, and she was obliging him more often than not these days. She gladly took his offered hand and stepped off the dock onto the stern.

They made all the necessary introductions, and Eduardo seemed to be in slight shock at the sight of the gorgeous blonde haired woman. Chuck explained, in perfect Spanish, their cover story of going to Peru to work around Cuzco. Mario asked him about where he was from in Rhode Island, and, having studied their covers meticulously, Chuck went on in detail about the small New England town on the Mount Hope Bay and how he and Sarah would sail down to Newport. Sarah sat in mild amazement at how easily Chuck could slip into roles, and felt both unease and pride knowing she was the cause of it.

Mario told them how they were running mackerel and tuna to Ecuador and Peru. They had picked most of it up in Mexico and they had stopped at home in Panama for a few days. Chuck whispered to Sarah that they had lucked out catching them.

Soon they set off and sailed out of the harbor, setting a southerly course. Chuck had spent a lot of time around boats growing up, and had learned to sail at a young age. He was getting a kick out of explaining everything to Sarah, who enjoyed it mostly because of the joy it gave Chuck.

Lat: 7.297088 Long: -79.365234. Roughly 150 Nautical Miles South of Panama City, Panama.

They had been steaming south, the sun reaching its apex in the sky. Everyone on board was thankful for the nice breeze that was giving them respite from the almost oppressive heat. Chuck and Sarah had found out, to their delight, that there was not much to do on the boat until they reached Ecuador. Once they got there, all they needed to help with was helping offload some fish. For now, they could relax and enjoy the ride. Rosa had encouraged them to go lay out on the bow until she prepared lunch.

Chuck and Sarah were given a stateroom that contained a small desk, a small bathroom with a narrow stand up shower, and a twin size bed. When they had realized how small the bed was, Sarah had smiled at Chuck in anticipation of the cuddling that was to come.

They were both also lucky because neither of them were prone to motion sickness. All the crazy training the CIA had put Sarah through, including skydiving, flight training, evasive and aggressive driving, and a slew of other vomit inducing activities, had made her effectively immune to any kind of motion sickness. Chuck, on the other hand, lacked all the training but had always had what are called 'sea legs', meaning he was comfortable on the ocean. He enjoyed being out on the water, something he wanted to share with Sarah.

As they sat on on the bow, Chuck was explaining about different types of cloud cover and how one could determine the coming weather by examining all the variables. Sarah found it mildly interesting, but the look on Chuck's face while he happily went on and on abut the weather was a hundred times more entertaining to her. The Pacific was currently living up to its name, and it was an exceedingly peaceful and beautiful day.

Chuck was sitting with his back up against a railing, Sarah tucked up against him, her back to his chest. His arms were around her front protectively, and her hands rested on top of his.

"Chuck?" Sarah asked after Chuck stopped talking for more than two minutes.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." She said at a whisper. Chuck had to strain to hear it above the waves and the hum of the diesel engine.

"For…"

"Never giving up on me."

Chuck smiled, and since he was nuzzled against her neck, she felt it, causing her to smile briefly.

Chuck softly kissed her neck, then whispered in her ear.

"I vowed when I married you that you could count on me."

"I know. You've kept your promise. Thank you." Even though her words were joyful, her tone was less than exuberant.

"I'll never break it." He said happily, hoping to get her to smile again.

"I know you won't. You'd never break a promise to me." Her tone was now downright sad, and Chuck noticed right away.

"Okay, Sarah, what's really wrong?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"C'mon, you're my wife. I can always tell."

Sarah turned slightly to look at him. He was smiling despite her reluctance. She briefly was peeved that he was making a joke of it, then she realized he was simply trying to calm her down and get her to work through whatever was bothering her. She relaxed the tiniest bit.

"Look, I know we've talked about this but I also know you, Chuck. I know it's harder on you than you're saying, leaving everything. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me. That's what wives are for."

"Thank you, Sarah. And yes, I'll admit it's not easy. But this is the way I've come to look at it. If we had stayed and tried to fight, everyone we cared about would have been in danger. We both know what these people are capable of and what they're willing to do to get what they want. And while I regret that we had to leave, I don't question our decision. Not for a single moment. And I never will, because I will always put protecting you and my family above my own wants and desires. Always. It's just fortunate that my wants and desires usually involve protecting you." That got a small giggle out of her, to Chuck's relief. He hated seeing Sarah despondent like this.

Sarah sat in silence for a moment contemplating what Chuck said. When she was a spy, it was hard for her to fathom someone putting their needs aside for her. She was used to the cold hard facts of the spy world - people got used, abused and burned. Chuck was selfless, altruistic, and governed his life by love. He was, at first, an enigma to her. Now, those were the qualities she admired in him the most.

"Is it worth it?" She meekly asked.

"Sarah, you're worth everything. I'd do it all over again for the chance at another moment to spend with you."

Sarah wiggled around in Chuck's arms so she was facing him. They both were softly caressing each other's cheeks.

"Oh, Chuck. I love you so much." She leaned over and kissed him softly and tentatively, waiting for him to deepen it, which he happily did. After a few moments, they broke apart and leaned their foreheads together.

"I love you too," Chuck whispered.

Their tender moment was broken suddenly by Rosa, who called out to them that lunch was ready. Sarah gave Chuck a peck on the lips and stood up, her mood considerably brightened. She reached out her hand, and Chuck took it. They sauntered back to the stern to join the family.

Later that night. Chuck and Sarah's stateroom.

They spent the rest of the day getting to know the family. They were hardworking, polite, delightful people and they were getting along marvelously. They genuinely seemed to like Chuck and Sarah. Rosa had even pulled Sarah aside at one point and told her how lucky of a woman she was. When Sarah asked what she meant, Rosa told her in plain terms that she could tell how wonderful of a man Chuck is, and how obviously infatuated and in love with Sarah he is. Sarah blushed at her comments, and assured Rosa she was aware of her fortune in finding Chuck. She also assured Rosa that she was just as much in love with him as he was with her. Rosa winked at Sarah, simply saying, 'I already knew that'.

Chuck and Sarah were lying on top of one of the sleeping bags. The bed was so narrow that Sarah was forced to lie practically on top of Chuck, not that either of them minded in the slightest. She was splayed over him, her legs straddling his right thigh. Whenever the boat rocked back and forth, she shifted on top of him. After a few times, he audibly moaned.

"Sarah…."

"What is it, Chuck?" She asked innocently.

"You know exactly what. I can't take much more…"

"Me either, baby. I haven't had you since this morning and I'm starting to get antsy." She emphasized her point by grinding his leg slowly on her own whilst kissing his neck ever so softly.

"Oh, god," Chuck groaned. Sarah snickered and grinned up at Chuck.

She sat up and readjusted, swinging her left leg over his right and straddling him fully. Chuck looked up and their eyes met. Chuck hands instinctually reached for her hips, steadying her. She shivered at the touch.

"There better be a lock on that door," Sarah whispered as she started raising her shirt over her head. Chuck peeked over and saw the lock engaged, letting out a sigh of relief. He hoped all the other crew members were asleep. He already wasn't fully comfortable with the situation, but he knew far better than to argue with his wife.

Chuck made her promise she would try and be quiet. She agreed, mostly to speed things along.

Soon they were rocking with the boat, both of them forgetting time and space and melting into each other. Any and all of Chucks' trepidations flew out the porthole at the sight of his gorgeous naked wife. They finally succumbed to sleep in the early hours of the morning, exhausted and satisfied.

Sarah decided, sometime in the middle of the night when she was safely wrapped in Chuck's arms, sea travel was fast becoming one of her preferred modes of transportation.