Jaimi walked through the ship, exploring the place, using the handlebars as something to lean on.
It surely beat sitting in her room, watching time go by. She then passed a room, it had a distinct aroma to it, it smelled like a lot of incense. She heard unfamiliar chanting as well. She stopped her exploring and watched as the monk chanted.

The monk turned around and smiled to her, "Hello, stranger." he said. He was quite an elderly man with an average, orange monastery outfit.

Jaimi backed away for a second, "Oh, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'll go now."

The monk still held a smile and waved for her to come in, "No, you weren't disturbing me. Now I see that you have a problem, and that's why I turned around. Your presence had brought such terrible feelings along with it."

Jaimi stared at him for a second, "How do you know that I carry such burdens?"

"Because I saw that you were badly injured." he smiled again.

Jaimi chuckled, quite a charming elder he was. "Oh." she said.

The monk brought out a tea kettle and a cup for Jaimi to drink. He poured the, smooth, olive green concoction into the tiny porcelain cup. "Here, drink."

Jaimi smiled and gave a nod as a vote of thanks to him. She took a sip of the drink and once it entered her mouth, it was the most horrid tasting thing she had ever put in her mouth. She tried not to be rude and make a face, but the monk broke the silence.

"I know, it tastes horrible, but see your wound now."

Jaimi smiled again and put down the cup. She slowly, took off the bandage of where she had been stabbed. The gash was gone! All that was left was a tiny scar, it was amazing to Jaimi. She looked to the monk again, surprised.

The monk nodded and said, "I'm Chen-Pao, and you are..."

"Jaimi...Jaimi Croft."

The monk nodded again as he looked to her arm, which was broken. He grabbed it gingerly, took off the bandage and clapped his hands very loudly. He then rubbed his hands together and slowly shifted her arm, "Let me see your arm."

Jaimi, now became teary eyed as the pain intensified.

The monk then stopped, "There, see your arm."

Jaimi waved her arm, it had a little cramp, but it was back to normal. "Whoa! Um, thanks!
Would you like anything in return?"

Chen-Pao shook his head, "Good deeds should not be paid for. It shall only repay you in friends."

Jaimi grinned and bowed to him, as she heard Lara calling her. She left his room and headed back to the others.

Lara looked at her baby cousin, surprised, "Jaimi...whoa..wow."

"I know. I'm all better now."

Lara nodded and smiled, "Are you hungry? I thought you would like some lunch." she said and pointed to a table set in their room.

"Yeah...I'm starving."

Lara chuckled as she watched Jaimi actually run to the table. Jaimi ate for about ten minutes and afterwards, Jaimi was stuffed. She then walked up to the deck of the ship and watched the sun and ocean. Ethan stood there, behind her. He took a seat next to her and sighed. Jaimi turned to him, she had an unwelcome visitor, "What do you want?" she asked.

Ethan sighed again, "Jaimi, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you, I know that what I did was wrong and I ask for your forgiveness."

Jaimi glared at him, "How do I know that you really mean it?"

Ethan's was right, this wasn't going to be easy, "Ask yourself this, Jaimi. Why didn't I just kill you back there? Why did Chen-Lo threaten me and make a loud 'bang'? Why did I help you?" he began to follow Jaimi, who was already heading back to the quarters. He followed her to Lara and Jaimi's room.

Jaimi took a pistol from underneath her pillow and forced Ethan to grab it. "Go ahead, shoot me."she said simply.

Ethan backed away a couple feet from her. His green eyes seemed so confused as to what was happening, "What the hell? No, I'm not going to shoot you!"

Jaimi gave a glare to him again, "C'mon, Ethan, just shoot me. And to think of it, what if Lara comes in here as well? You can shoot her as well. So there, you get your two million dollars."

He sighed, "I don't want the two million anymore! I couldn't shoot you even if I still wanted it!
You're crazy!"

"Are you sure I'm being crazy? Or am I just being helpful to you?" Jaimi then went over to Ethan and adjusted the gun so it was pointed directly to her head, "Fucking shoot!" she yelled loudly.

The yell caught the attention of Lara, who then listened in through the other room. She kept her hand constantly on a tiny handgun. Then the other two, Rory and Terry walked in. They too heard the yell.

"Shouldn't we break it up?" Rory asked.

Lara just shook her head, "No, they obviously need to work it out on their own."

The two shrugged and also listened in.

Back to Jaimi and Ethan...

Ethan stopped aiming the gun at her head, and he threw the gun on to the bed. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her grey eyes, "What don't you understand? I don't want the money anymore!" he said while trying to hold down his anger.

Jaimi pushed herself towards him, now close enough so her mouth was only a couple inches from his. "What I don't understand is why you did it. Why did you have to betray me, and nearly kill me?" she said in a normal tone while she walked to the other end of the room. Ethan followed her there.

"Jaimi, what would you do if your life was threatened? What if they threatened to give you a slow painful death if you didn't kill a certain person? You see, I have a mum and dad to go back to! They need help! They need money! And to take this job meant that they would get to keep their house and car! So There you have it Jaimi!" a vein in his head was about to burst with rage while he said what he said.

"Oh and just by taking the money would make things all better? What about the person you killed, what about her family?"

"YOU DON'T HAVE A FAMILY! FROM WHAT I HEAR, YOUR MUM AND DAD DIED LONG AGO! SO YOU HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING TO GO BACK HOME TO!" Ethan snapped back angrily.

Ethan had just crossed the line...actually he was beyond the line. The line was a tiny speck, "AT LEAST I WOULD ACTUALLY GET A JOB FOR THE MONEY! YOU THINK TWO MILLION DOLLARS IS A LOT, JUST FOR A PERSON'S LIFE! USE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN, ETHAN!"

Ethan, now doused with rage, grabbed a chair and threw it at the wall which caused the listeners on the other side to back away from the wall.

"Would you calm the hell down! Do you want off this ship!"

Ethan calmed down for a second, "This is stupid. You know the real reason of why I just didn't kill you back there, is because I liked you."

"What?" Jaimi asked, confused.

Ethan sighed, "I liked you." he repeated. He then pulled her into a soft, passionate kiss and gazed at her, "I still do."

Jaimi just stood there, she was speechless.

The people on the other side of the wall sighed, the hadn't heard the last few parts of what the two said. Lara sighed, "They've been awfully quiet the last few minutes."

Rory looked to Lara and Terry and asked, "Do you think she killed him?"