Disclaimer: Mamma Mia, here I go again...my, my, I could not resist it.

The next day, before the sun had tinted the sky with more than a subtle hint of pink, Corby stood out on the main deck of the Nautilus, watching the speed of their progress and measuring it against the sunrise. She was so absorbed in sorting through the future that she didn't notice the presence of another person until his boots clanged softly on the metal floor. "Good morning," She greeted the stranger quietly, twisting slightly to see who it was, "Captain Nemo, is it?" Her soft, polite tones and demure posture were a far cry from the fiercely bitter woman who had lashed out at Skinner the previous night.

"Do you mean that you feel good on this morning or that the morning is good in itself?" He walked forward calmly, seeming to radiate an aura of peacefulness and wisdom. The question was rhetorical and they both knew it. His next question, however, was not. "Have you met Mister Skinner before this voyage?"

Corby frowned, flat lips compressing even more tightly as she pondered on how to answer him. To say yes would be a lie, to say no would be to pretend she knew nothing about that man's past decisions. "No." She replied finally, offering no explanation to the question she knew would be asked next.

Nemo rested his tanned hands on the silvery railing, the beginnings of age showing in his regal bearing, "Then why did you treat him as you did?"

"He has done some terrible things." Corby said briskly, tone clipped and strident, "And he showed not a lick of remorse for them. Perhaps it's time that someone called him to account for them." These answers were mere shadows of the truth, not quite lies, but not really true either.

Nemo's jaw tightened and when he locked eyes with her, his gaze was powerfully disapproving, "Before you judge Mister Skinner, who has proven himself countless times to be a good, trustworthy companion, perhaps you should look to my past as well. And Mina's. And Jekyll's. And just about every other crew member on this ship. You, madam, have no right to ordain yourself judge of his past mistakes." When he drew himself up in such a way, it was hard to believe that he wasn't royalty. The air of righteousness burned in his vision and he would not be denied, "What was done in the past, should remain in the past so that others may look to the future."

Corby silently applauded the Captain for his tirade, completely agreeing with him. But then, it wouldn't do to have him know such a thing, would it? "But you don't know what he did." She protested softly, "There were these girls, and he--"

"What he did, Miss Corby," Said Nemo, not unkindly, "Should be his to tell when he is ready. As for wanting him to be remorseful, maybe you should look deeper than the man you saw sampling beverages last night. Mister Skinner may not be perfect, but his heart is in the right place. Give him more of a chance than a passing glance." The severity was gone now, replaced by a kind man who wanted to see things set straight. "I came to tell you that breakfast will be served in my Lady's main dining room. Just ask a crew member if you need help finding it." With these final words, he inclined his head to her and went back down below.

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Meanwhile, Wynnona was happily shoveling food into her mouth while chattering away with the League members present(Jekyll, Sawyer, and Skinner). "So anyways, the sea cucumber turns to the jellyfish and says 'With friends like these, who needs anemones?'" They all chuckled appreciatively, though the cheeky comment expected from Skinner was nonexistent.

Enya sat bolt upright in her plush chair, looking for all the world as though she were an incredibly lifelike children's doll, green eyes glassy with a beautiful distance. Her ravishingly red lips enhanced the paleness of her skin and the others at the table couldn't help but imagine the glorious beauty she would inherit with age. Her angelic appearance, unfortunately, was spoiled by her terrible temper that was about to take hold. "Wynni," She said coyly, eyes darting over to the others in the room, "Tell me about the future again."

Wynnona stiffened visibly, playful blue eyes hardening with wariness. "Why, the Queen's daughter will become Queen herself, you'll grow up to be a lovely young lady, and have a home all to yourself and your prince." What are you playing at? She questioned mentally, instantly on guard. What was the little minx up to?

"Not that future," Enya responded with a touch of exasperation, "The one about the world! Tell me about cars and aeroplanes and aliens." All other conversation at the table had ceased, eyes fixated on the dueling pair. "The one with CDs and movies and satellites!"

Wynnona was sitting straight up now, her bony fingers clutching the edge of the table in her stress. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." She lied, praying that Enya would get the hint and not force the subject. "You must be talking about those strange dreams you keep having."

Enya's face contorted cruelly and she sneered angrily, dumping more syrup on her pancakes. "You're a lying old hag," She whispered, eyes snapping with malice, clearly hoping that her comment would hurt Wynni's feelings. "I hate you."

Wynnona wiped her mouth gently with a napkin and stood up, grabbing Enya's wrist with a steely grip, "Excuse us for a moment," She said, nodding to Jekyll, who seemed to be the one most shocked by Enya's behavior. Amidst a storm of shrieks and threats, Wynnona dragged Enya from the dining area, out into the hall and shut the oaken doors. Even through the thickness, they could hear muffled screams of anger, all emanating from the little girl. When the pair returned, Wynni looked placid and Enya was sullen, eyes puffy from not-quite-dried tears. "Now, where were we?"

Conversation resumed, but a heavy air had settled itself down over the room, hanging over their heads like a dark thundercloud. Enya's words had been troubling. If Wynnona had indeed spoken to her about such foreign concepts, why would she hide it? And if she had not, why would Enya say she did? And most importantly, what were aeroplanes? Sawyer was strangely quiet for the rest of the meal, putting two and two together in his mind. It felt like there was a puzzle to be solved here, and a major piece had just fallen into place. All he had to do now was find the rest of the clues...there was something more to these three castaways than met the eye. He was sure of it.

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I'm sorry that I wasn't able to elaborate on their past at all, but hopefully I've dropped enough clues so that you can begin forming your own conclusions. :) Please, continue to review; I appreciate all ideas and comments!

And yes, Wynni's joke IS indeed shamelessly ripped off from Finding Nemo.