Author's note: I added about a quarter more onto the chapter, so you can figure out where the changes are. Oh...AND PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!

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"Why did he do that?" Devaki said angrily to Nemo after Skinner fled.

"Well, miss, it is just a habit," Nemo explained. "Like Mr. Sawyer said yesterday, he does it all the time."

"He better not do it again," she said, lying back down on her bed. "Goodnight, Mr. Nemo."

"Goodnight, Devaki," Nemo said. "If you have any more...problems, I'll be here in a minute." He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Devaki snuggled under her covers, mumbling curses, and went to sleep.

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The next day, Devaki met up with Skinner, to her extreme displeasure.

"'Ello, Devvy," he said merrily. "'Ow is your day going?"

"Didn't I say you are to call me 'Miss Gonzalo'?" she snapped, walking past him.

"Sorry, Devvy!" he said. Devaki growled in frustration, walking faster.

For the next few days, Devaki went out of her way to avoid Skinner. Whenever he did try to start a conversation, her back would stiffen, and she would walk away.

Skinner, who usually had a cheerful attitude, was getting his parade rained on from Devaki's behavior. Most of the time, whenever he played a prank on any of the League, they would (of course) yell at him, then forgive him. Well...somewhat. But Devaki was extremely stubborn. She just wouldn't forgive and forget.

"Bloody Hispanic," he mumbled one night after she blew him off again. Skinner was now ready to give up. He left to go joke around with Sawyer for a bit, and then go explore the massive ship until night fell, which was in a few hours. As he sulked around, trying to found Sawyer on the top deck, practicing his aiming, which was almost as good as Quatermain's now.

"Hey Skinner," Tom said over his shoulder, taking an aim at a floating buoy about a hundred meters away.

"'Ello, Sawyer," Skinner said casually, watching Tom fire at the buoy, blowing it up. "Nice shot."

"Thanks," Tom replied, starting to reload his gun. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Bored," Skinner said in a monotone. "Devvy sure isn't letting up."

"She's Latin, Skinner, what else do you expect?"

"Yeh, I know," he replied, shrugging.

"You like her, don't you?" Tom asked, grinning.

"Yeh, she's quite the looker," Skinner said.

"Only you, Skinner," Sawyer sniggered. "Only you."

"Wha' do you mean, 'only me'?" Skinner asked.

"Listen, you just don't get it," he replied, shaking his head. "Devaki is blind, right? She has no idea what she looks like! She doesn't care if you think she's beautiful."

"You might be right, Sawyer," Skinner said thoughtfully. He then smiled his distinctive devilish grin. "But that's not my style."

Tom rolled his eyes, and went back to practicing his shooting skills. Skinner, taking it that he should leave, descended the stairs, and then wandered aimlessly around the ship.

After about an hour of boring, lethargic walking, he decided to try to talk to Devaki again.

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However, Devaki had just left her room for a while to explore the ship, winding her way through almost endless hallways, half-expecting to get lost. But she knew many of the ship's sailors, so she was comfortable asking them to lead her back to her room if she did get lost.

Devaki found wandering through the ship by herself in almost pitch darkness both frightening and exciting. After about half an hour, she found herself climbing a small, narrow stairway that she thought might lead outside, as she could smell the air became much more salty and cool.

As she pushed open the large metal door, she heard a loud BANG as Tom Sawyer shot and blew up another ball.

Hearing the door open, Sawyer turned around.

"Hello Miss Gonzalo," Sawyer said, bowing. He instantly felt foolish, remembering that she was blind.

"Please, call me Devaki," she said, walking over to him. "I may be thirty three, but I'm not that formal. Not yet, anyway. So, Señor Sawyer, what would you be doing up here?"

"Oh, just practicing my shooting skills," he said. Devaki just nodded. For a moment, she seemed to consider something.

"You are friends with Mister Skinner, are you not?" she said.

"Yeah, we're on good terms with each other," he said casually. "He likes you, you know." Devaki's dark eyebrows rose up high in mock amusement, though her facial expressions told Tom that she was slightly annoyed.

"Oh really?" she asked, her voice concluding what Tom suspected; that she wasn't fond of Skinner's actions.

"Yeah, he said you are quite the looker..."

Devaki (if Tom could see her eyes) gave him a piercing glare.

"His words, ma'am, not mine," he said defensively. Devaki sighed, a hint of frustration in her breath.

"Interesting choice of words, then," she said softly, bitterly. Tom instantly understood that he shouldn't have repeated Skinner's words. Devaki said good-bye and left.

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When night fell, Skinner didn't go to dinner. He kept walking around...thinking about certain things.

As he finally headed back to his room, he ran into Tom. And I mean literally.

"Skinner, watch where's you're goin'!" Tom said after he caught himself from falling.

"Why don't you?"

"I can't even see you!"

"Oh...right."

"Hey, I met up with Devaki a few hours ago," Sawyer said.

"Really? Wha'd she say?" Skinner asked. Tom hesitated.

"We just chatted. Nothing much," he said, shrugging. "She looked a lot calmer then she was the night after you scared her."

"Yeah...but at least she doesn't have the bruises," Skinner said grimly, rubbing his arm (which was invisible).