Evening rolled around, and with everyone on different sides of the diamond situation Hongjoong had everyone eat with their significant others', Yunho and Jongho eating alone. The crew typically ate together on the deck, but this was one of those rare occasions where they ate separately to avoid any heated arguments. Hongjoong wanted everyone to have a chance to cool down whenever everyone started taking sides. Although the crew had agreed not to argue in this situation, the captain wanted to avoid any slip-ups. He needed his crew focused on preparing for the quest. The necklace would be dealt with later.

It was Yunho's turn to do the dishes that night. After each crewmember brought their plates and silverware, he immediately got to work.

When he was in the middle of rinsing the fourth or fifth plate, a hard knock sounded from the side of the ship. Yunho turned off the water, dried his hands on his apron, and left the kitchen to answer who was by the ship. He punched in the code for the door to open and found Dalia standing outside.

"Oh, hello, Yunho," she greeting with a smile, her caramel skin glowing under the dim dock lights.

"Hi," he answered as he brushed his hair out of his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Is the captain here?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

Dalia glanced behind her, and then looked back at him. She pulled a standard-sized, yellow envelope out of her jacket and handed it to him. "I could get fired for this, but I think you and the crew will need this."

"What is it?" Yunho asked as he took the envelope. His hand lightly brushed hers, and he tried to blush.

"It'll explain everything," she replied. "But keep it safe. It's a tool that will come in handy on your journey."

Yunho tried to open the envelope, but Dalia stopped him. "Not here. Let the captain open it when you're all alone."

"Okay," he nodded in agreement.

"I must go, but I'll see you soon." She pecked his cheek before dashing off into the night.

Dumbfounded with his heart picking up its pace, Yunho stood there frozen. He had just met the professor's assistant yesterday, and he already had received a kiss from her. However, he didn't know if should say he was in love with her. For all her knew, it could have been just the idea of having a pretty woman on his arm that sent his mind racing. Therefore, it could have been a crush.

Although he and the captain were raised by Hongjoong's father, the boys were always taught to respect women and to cherish their future spouses as precious gemstones.

After finally regaining mobility, he closed the door and turned to the direction of the captain's quarters.

Both Dahae and Hongjoong were silent as they busied themselves with their own tasks. Dahae was sitting in her chair by the coffee table and taking notes on what to do if certain animals attacked them in each location they would be exploring. The captain sat at his desk and was finalizing his route before calling San and Mingi to set it into the ship's navigation system. The two typically made small talk as they jotted down their thoughts, but when Hongjoong was focused, a peep never escaped his lips. Some movements of word formations were there, but it was his way of talking to himself when the gears in his brain were turning.

A sudden knock on their door made them both jump.

"Who is it?" Hongjoong asked.

"Delivery for Kim Hong Joong," Yunho's voiced answered.

Dahae stood from her chair and went to the door. Once she opened it, a blushing and smiling Yunho stepped in, holding a yellow envelope in his hands.

"Are you okay?" Dahae asked.

"Y-Yeah," the cook stuttered. "Uh…the p-professor's assistant brought this."

"Dalia?" She took the envelope and gave it to the captain, whom was now standing next to her.

"She didn't tell me what was in it. She just said it would help us and to keep it safe."

Hongjoong opened the flag and peaked inside. From what he could tell, it was a bunch of papers bound together with string.

"Alright," he said. "Thanks, Yunho."

The younger man bowed before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

"Is he okay?" Hongjoong asked as he placed the envelope on his desk.

Dahae chuckled as she moved closer to her fiancé. "I think when Dalia came by with whatever she brought, she must have kissed Yunho before leaving."

Hongjoong met Dahae'a eye and smirked. "How could you tell?"

Her hand rested on his cheek. "Because you had a similar reaction when I first kissed you, baby."

This made him chuckle at the memory. Back when it was just him, Yunho, and Dahae, he had invited her on the deck one evening to have a picnic under the stars. When they had finished their meal, he turned on Frank Sinatra for a slow dance. She had gotten caught up in the moment that she subconsciously pecked his cheek, and Hongjoong had turned into a blushing, giggly mess for about an hour afterwards.

Sliding his hands around Dahae's waist, he whispered in her ear, "I think my kissing you skills have improved since, hm?"

"Have they now?" she giggled. "Show me then."

Immediately, Hongjoong pressed his lips against Dahae's in a passionate kiss. Her arms flew around his neck as their lips danced in a steady rhythm, and he pulled her closer to him. The kisses deepened, and Dahae felt her body heat rise. Her heart started racing when his lips trailed from hers down to the crook of her neck. Hongjoong returned to her lips, but before he could continue Dahae stopped him.

"Don't you need to set the course for the ship?" she said.

"Right," Hongjoong nodded.

Kissing her one last time, he let go, gathered his notes from his notes, and headed towards the door. Just before he walked out of the room, he turned back towards his fiancée and said with a wink, "We'll continue when I get back, my love."

"Since Italy is closest," Hongjoong explained to the pilot and navigator, "we'll start there. After that, we'll head over to Egypt. Then we'll head east to India, and then to New York. Colorado will be our last stop."

San immediately used his compass and maps to calculate their path, and Mingi typed it into the autopilot system and set it to where he would drive the ship at a certain time the next morning.

"And I'll talk to Dinah about setting up the weather protection for tonight and tomorrow," Mingi added.

"Alright, you're free to go," the captain excused him. "I want to talk to you for a minute, San."

Mingi left with his notebook full of pilot's notes, and San stood straighter. "Something wrong?" he asked.

"How is Celestia feeling?" Hongjoong lowered his voice. "I don't think Taeran meant to worry your wife about the whole necklace situation."

"It's okay," San reassured with a forgiving smile. "She came and apologized after dinner. It's just that Celestia and I lost a lot the night her family was murdered. All we had were some clothes, valuable items, and money her mother gave us. The necklace means a lot us but mostly her. It's her way of feeling that she always has them with her."

"I understand, but I want you two to know that we're your family as well."

"And we wholeheartedly appreciate it."

San paused for a second, seemingly in thought. "I did discuss the matter with her again. She's a little apprehensive about giving up the necklace, but if it's a key to figuring this puzzle we're all in then she'll hand it over."

Hongjoong just nodded. "Well, if we can, we'll try to somehow get it back to you."

San smiled. "Thank you, but if the baby comes before then, it won't matter. Diamonds are beautiful, but it's replaceable. My own little baby is much more precious to us."