NOTE – full disclaimer (see first chapter)

Meanwhile, Molly was executing her own assignment. Striding to the aft-deck of the vessel she looked for Chris to be in his usual spot. However, it was in this spot she discovered Sean O' Haire and Looney Lucy locked in a clearly amorous embrace.

Cleared her throat softly, she caught the attention of the duo.

"Oh, Molly," Crooned Lucy; "How do you be?"

"Fine," Molly replied tersely; "I've got business to discuss with Sean there, so I'll be beggin' your pardon to share pleasantries later."

"But of course," Lucy nodded in uncharacteristic assent. "See you later Sean?" She tossed a parting query at the dark haired male.

"Yes Lucy," Sean smiled back and turned his attention to Molly. "So, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You've been chosen for a mission." Molly started.

"A mission?" Sean blinked. "What sort of mission?"

"Well, we've discovered the whereabouts of Crazy Jo and the captain has come up with a plan to get her back." Molly began and went on to explain his role in the plan. When she'd finished in a few minutes, she asked, "Can we count on you?"

"Yes undoubtedly," Sean nodded without hesitation. "It sounds like a whole lot of fun to me."

"Fun yes, but quite possibly with deadly consequences." Molly felt compelled to state.

"Well, danger, that is half the fun," Sean winked. "Is there anything else?"

"No, that will be all for now; unless you can advise me on the whereabouts of one Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho?"

"Shawn might be up on the port-side, Roxy asked him to help move some cargo there earlier. As for Jericho, not a clue." Sean answered to the best of his ability.

"OK, thanks to you lad." Molly nodded and whirled away in search of the one known as HBK.

Rounding the row of compartments that lined the walkway, the aforementioned cargo area came into view. Unfortunately, no sign of Michaels or Blackspot for that matter. Molly sighed in frustration and was about to abandon searching here when she heard a low giggle from behind tall crates nearby. Unthinkingly, Molly rushed around to find the source of the giggling and found the pair she sought, albeit Shawn was missing his shirt.

"Hello?" Molly called out, stamping her foot impatiently. "As much as hate to disrupt this little interlude, I've got to speak with you Shawn."

Shawn looked up at the First Mate of the Lioness in surprise while Roxy just stared with an amused grin.

"Don't tell me," Molly smacked a palm to her head; "he already knows?"

"But of course," Roxy snickered (which Molly chose to let slide).

"You did tell him that he's escorting Twirlin' Kyrie and not yourself right?" Molly chided. "Tell me, have either of you seen Chris?"

Shawn sat up a little straighter and looked thoughtful, "Last time I saw him, he was heading into your cabin lugging a large sack. Not sure what he was doing though to be honest."

"Thanks be to the both of ye, but you really should consider going to your cabin for that sort of tomfoolery." Molly regarded them before heading off in the direction of her own.

"Aye, Molly," Roxy jumped to her feet and pulled Shawn off in the direction of her own quarters.