Chapter Two-

Tapping his fingers on the old wooden table, Captain Englehorn briefly remembered that he had sworn to strangle Denham the next time he saw him.

"What is it that you want?" asked the sea captain of the slightly dishevelled looking director.

"I want to film a new movie."

Englehorn visibly twitched and leaned dangerously closer to the other man. He was aware that Jimmy was standing guard by the door, looking on anxiously.

"Do you really think that I would let you back on my ship, to film another haphazard movie, and lead more of my good crew to their gruesome and untimely deaths?"

Denham swallowed "Well, no. But this is an amazing opportunity! It's a documentary on ship life! Every country in the world will know about The Venture-greatest ship to sail the seven seas!"

"I don't want everyone to know who we are! Enough fanatic vegetarians come screaming at my door in every port! I am happy with our anonymity, now hop into a longboat with my second in command before I forcibly remove you from this ship!" Tapping the ash from his cigarette he proceeded furiously towards the door.

"Look, Englehorn, you can't do that," worried, Denham stood and put a hand on the taller mans shoulder.

"Stop touching me. Get out."

"Englehorn-."

"Get. Out."

Taking this as a signal to leave as fast as they could, Jimmy and Scruffy apprehended the director and dragged him out of the room before their captain exploded.

Dumping him roughly into a lifeboat, Scruffy quickly set off into open water, and back towards the fading lights of the last port.

The crew scarpered as the Captain stormed angrily onto the deck, still smoking, and thundered his way down into the ship. Quickly, everyone made sure that everything he may pass was picture perfect, that everyone was working, and that no one was caught unawares by him.

To be honest though, Englehorn didn't know where he was going. For all the freedom it gave a man, a ship didn't have many unobvious places to hide in. So the man just kept walking, down, down, down, down, through small passages and past working crewmen. Eventually he came to an agonising stop in the middle of a passageway. He clenched his fists and breathed heavily. The anger wasn't going to go away unless he finally managed to let loose on something, someone. Angrily he punched open the nearest door, just to check if anyone was doing anything whatsoever wrong, even having undone laces, that would be enough for him to have a legitimate excuse for shouting at something.

No one was doing anything even remotely wrong. But mainly, this just angered him further, so he kept crashing down, crewmen staying tucked away, absorbed in their work if only to avoid him.

He ended up in the Galley after a while, where Chef appeared to be chopping vegetables.

The door swung shut as a wary crewman darted out of view.

Chef was now nervous. The apparently very angry Captain, who flew off the handle at anything when he was in such a rage as this, was standing, still but moving nonetheless in front of the door into the Galley.

She couldn't see his face; he had his back to her.

Nervously, Chef turned off the cooker and slipped after the crewman. Unfortunately, the Captain noticed, and decided that giving her a decent shouting for abandoning herduties should calm him down.

Jimmy crept back into the meeting room. A chair had been kicked over. A bottle of beer had been left, opened and half drunk on the table. The lid lay beside it, andcontrary to before, the room was very still.

He had been sure that Mr Denham had a briefcase with him. After a moment, he spied it tucked under the table, and snuck it back to his quarters. It didn't seem that the director had noticed it was missing, and if he had then it was just too late.

Peering around to see if he'd been followed, Jimmy prised open the briefcase.

Finders keepers.

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wolfling: Well, there you go. Erg. Any suggestions for fixing Englehorn's little...spat-scene would be much appreciated.