Steam ejected into the air with furtive blasts as Mei cautiously made her way through the massive path of destruction that had come through her hallway, the look on her face one of utter astonishment, even it if was because she hadn't seen the sun in a few days. Sure enough, as she crouched low, she could peer down the hallway and right into the gigantic hole that sat in the side of the Hanamura, letting in a blinding sunlight that forced her to step back cautiously as her eyes were struck by the dilating sensation. Her feet moved cautiously as so much of the ship's hull had exploded and blown into the ship's interior as scrap metal that lined the floor, her eyes immediately examining the complex lines of piping that seemed unaffected, thankfully.

A sudden rustling of metal broke her examination, her body recoiling fearfully as she pulled her giant wrench back against her chest in self defense, a pile of scrap metal slowly rising up before an arm shot out from its ghostly appearance, a strange-looking man emerging with a massive cry of relief.

"WHEW-EE! What a rush!" Junkrat exclaimed, rolling his torso around his waist to work out the kinks in his bone structure, "I haven't had a kick 'n the pants like that since I battled the Big Bad Yobbo in the Thunda'dome! Now let's see…"

He began spinning around as though looking for something, Mei's body remaining so incredibly still in fright that he hadn't even noticed her, a croaking voice trying to work its way out her lungs as she realized he wasn't supposed to be in here, "D-D-D- Y-You're not- Y- S-S-…"

"Steam, steam… What did that Mako guy always say about steam-? If it goes boom, it'll send ya to yer doom? No no, that's rum… No wait! Maybe it was steam…"

His legs powerfully moved through the pile of scrap as he began wandering around the half-destroyed portion of the steam hall, Mei's courage more or less forced to rise to the surface as he began examining her work, running a curious finger along the pipes that ran the steam channels, Mei's voice finally piping up, "S-S-STOP!"

Junkrat hopped backwards, tripping on a torn piece of hull and falling backwards, though he was quick to jump back to his feet, grabbing a bolt on his way up and holding it before him as though it were a weapon, "H-Hey, sheila! You'll give a man a heart attack doin' that!"

"S-Sorry!" she replied sincerely, despite waving the wench in her hand wildly as she gesticulated her apology, "I-It's just that- You're not allowed, uh… I'm the only one supposed to be down here."

Junkrat nodded, "Ah, I getcha. I think the rules change when we're under attack though!"

Mei's eyes opened wide, "A-Attack?! F-F-From whom?!"

Struggling to remember what Hana had referred to this ship as, Junkrat merely shrugged, "I dunno; I can't remember the boat's name. Offica' Song said we needed ta' take out the steam engines though, so that's what I'm doin'!"

"O-Officer Song?!" Mei cried out in confusion, not recognizing the name, "A-Are they in direct communication with-"

"The Captain? Well of course!" Junkrat interrupted impatiently, "I'm just tryin' to follow orders, so if you'll excuse me-"

He began swinging at the pipes hanging from the ceiling, earning a flurrious response from Mei, whose arms began waving in front of her, trying to stop him, "W-W-Wait! You don't know what you're doing! I need to let the Captain know how dangerous that is! So just- just cut it out please!"

She spun around, charging through the hallway to receive clarification as Junkrat paused, watching her exit before returning his attention to the pipes above, continuing his assault as he frowned, "Cute girl. Too bad we have to be on opposite sides."

Genji took a step back as he entered into a battle stance, his arms readied out in front of him while Fareeha simply stretched out her knuckles, the Shimada man goading her on with a sneering voice, "I trained in jujutsu for fifteen years, kenjutsu for twelve, and more koryū bujutsu than you could even ascertain the existence of in twenty-seven lifetimes. If you think you're going to stand up to me, you're sadly mistaken."

Fareeha remained steady, "Well I spent eight years in the night clubs of Katerini learning how to beat people's asses, so don't bother telling me you're gonna stop me; I've taken out larger bruisers than you without breaking a sweat."

Slightly confused by such a description, Genji managed to remain still, whatever nerves that had been trembling within him gradually coming to a stop, "Your captain has been a thorn in my brother's side since-"

"My captain?!" Fareeha asked wonderously, breaking her stance, "I don't have a captain; those idiots tied me up and help me in the brig for the last two or so weeks!"

Now unable to hide his confusion, Genji's eyes clenched, "Then why the fuck are we doing this?!"

Pointing toward Angela, Fareeha answered, "'cause that shit you were pulling is unacceptable. The only one here who's gonna tie up a pretty girl is me, and trust me, it won't be nearly as malicious as you were hoping it to be."

Angela's face blew up crimson as she watched the encounter with fearful anticipation, not fully understanding what was occurring before her eyes. With another sneer, Genji shook his head with a chuckle, running a hand along his face with exasperation.

"I never would have had this assault had I known the Splitstream crew was highly practiced in the art of stupidity; that's an artform that can only be bred, not taught."

Fareeha frowned, "I agree. but again, I'm not a part of their crew."

She threw her body forward, leading with her knee, which Genji immediately took into his open palm, though Fareeha grabbed the rope tied to her waist, keeping herself aloft as she spun to the side, ejecting the lower part of her foot past Genji's hand to send her foot smashing into the side of his face, forcing Genji hobbling backwards as Fareeha landed on the deck.

His eyes peered between the hand clutching his face, his teeth barred, "Oh, so we're gonna play that way, huh?"

Hana returned to the top deck to find Captain Morrison helping Lucio to his feet, the chef warily stepping in crisscrosses beside his captain, whose arm was the only think keeping him somewhat steady. Hana gave him a cursory glance before turning to examine the Hanamura, her eyes shooting open at the scene of a mass of scrap metal and bits of paper material floating in the wind between the two ships, a massive hold greeting her eyes.

"Mi chen! What the- Did Junkrat do that?!"

Jack chuckled, "It appears so. I don't think it'll be going anywhere soon. Besides the three of us, it seems as though the others are aboard over there. You go get some netting to drape along the side of the ship so that have something to grab a hold of on their way back over; I'll keep us as close as I can get. We're not going anywhere until they're all back over here, understood?"

Hana gave a quick nod before rushing off to grab the length of netting while Jack sat Lucio down against the stern of the ship, patting his head as the chef's head wearily swayed back and forth, "You did well, Lu."

"Did my chili win?" he asked, his mind still reeling, though it only caused a grin from his captain.

"Maybe next time," he replied, another congratulatory pat on his shoulder before Jack rushed up back to the steering wheel, keeping a precautionary eye up toward the deck of the Hanamura, wholly unsure of what might be happened up there.

He knew he wasn't above a little nudge or two. His ship meant little beside the lives of his crew.

Jesse sat against the backside of a nearby crate, his hand covering the slit of skin along his forearm where Hanzo's bullet had grazed him, though it was still a painful laceration. He grimaced as he looked around, unsure of where Lena had ended up after the commodore had fired at Jesse and given a vicious swing of the rifle in Lena's direction. Jesse had heard the painful sound of it butting into something, though hadn't a clue whether or not it had been Lena herself on the receiving end.

He heard footsteps, heavy ones, not at all Lena's, approaching him from behind the crate, Hanzo's cold words escaping into the breeze, "McCree, right? Jesse McCree."

Slightly taken aback, Jesse's lips turned in confusion as he tore off a slit of his shirt, rapidly wrapping it around his arm as Hanzo explained, "Come on, of course I looked you all up. I respect you all too much to have come all this way just to look into the eyes of strangers before having them gotten out of my way."

"You mean killed," Jesse muttered, "Quit sugarcoating it."

Hanzo chuckled, "I suppose it does ease my mind a bit, yes. Still, I do respect you. You'd have made an excellent captain; I still haven't a clue why you continuously denied my advances to recruit you. With the Spice Road booming, I'd had a massive trading sector over in Manchuria you'd have been perfect for."

The rifle suddenly cocked back, "You'd probably have been my highest-paid subordinate. Riches, fame; your family would have wanted for nothing."

Jesse's glare steeled at the mention of his family, "Oh, come on; I don't do anything, even reconnaissance, half-assed. There's what, three of them? Leslie, and two kids."

Not liking the line of questioning, Jesse replied, "So focused on me, I'm assuming you took care of Lena back there?"

"She's around," Hanzo shrugged, "With this gun in my hand, I doubt anybody'd seriously confront me. Much less you. I bet this is quite the predicament, what with your family waiting for you to return, and here you are, a mere few footsteps away from death."

Another stomp of Hanzo's boot.

"I didn't do this only to remove this ocean of that ship's blasted presence. You wouldn't take the money, McCree, perhaps negotiations at the end of a gun will persuade you."

Jesse's head cocked to the side incredulously, "You're insane, you know."

"If by that you mean a pretty good businessman, than yes, I suppose so," Hanzo critiqued easily, "I mean, you wouldn't put your family through life without their sole provider, would you? If I were to say I'd kill you, right here, were you not to come aboard, I believe that would be a pretty persuasive proposal, wouldn't you say?"

His eyes shifting toward the deck at his feet, Jesse grinned, "I think you've vastly overestimated the situation, cowboy."

Pushing himself to his feet, Jesse turned out from behind the crate, facing Hanzo and his rifle with a serious stare, "The ocean isn't money to me. You put a price tag on 'er and it only cheapens her. That's why your money never would persuade me. You have all the money in the world, yet you hold the emptiest business at the same time."

"And before you use my life as a bargaining chip, I'm a goddamn good sailor, but I'm a fucking mess," Jesse continued venomously, pointing a far-off finger into an arbitrary direction, "The only reason those children- the only reason I'm just an ounce of a good man is because of that woman. My life means nothing compared to the lives of my family. So before you think you're dealing with loaded die, you're only bargaining with dice as empty as your entire enterprise."

Hanzo shrugged, "You're only making my next decision that much easier, then, aren't you?"

He threw his arms up in front of him, digging the butt of his rifle into his shoulder as he took aim, Jesse's legs tensing up as his body fell to the side, prepared to leap back behind the-

CRAC- BOOM

As the rifle fired, the paneling beneath Hanzo's feet ruptured, the deck exploding upward as a violent ejection of steam blew into the air, sending Hanzo reeling backward, dropping his rifle from the super-heated water that doused his hands. He turned his head suddenly, more spots of his deck bursting upward as vicious spouts of water blew into the air, steam rushing out as the water scorched everything it touched. Terrified, suddenly, of his ship's predicament, Hanzo hopped to his feet, rushing toward the wheelhouse to check the Hanamura's state, when he was suddenly tackled from behind by Jesse, the two men sliding along the moist deck until Jesse finally pulled himself up to Hanzo's head, giving him a swift punch to the face.

"You'd have been a shit boss, anyway," he surmised, leading with a following punch as another spout of water blew past the deck just beside the two men, Jesse's head whipping toward it in surprise.

Peering through the geyser, he noticed Lena's lifeless body strewn along the deck, Jesse giving Hanzo one final upset look before rising to his feet and leaving the man for his crewmate, leaning down to check Lena's pulse.

"C'mon now, you ain't dead yet," he muttered with a smirk as he felt her neck still pulsating, "If the demons inside all of us ain't killed us yet, the ones outside sure ain't gonna do the job."

He yanked her up and over his shoulders before hurrying to the Hanamura's edge, peering over the side and finally catching a glimpse of the tremendous hole in its side, a gasp of awe leaving him at the sight.

A nearby stream of water had burst through the deck, knocking Fareeha into the ship from its force, her eyes narrowed in pain as her shoulder ached, having slammed into the ship's iron walls, her teeth gritting angrily as Genji reached a hand to his face, vigorously rubbing the water from his face as he smirked.

"Good thing about always being on father's bad side…" he muttered happily, sticking his water into the hole in the deck, ripping an iron bar out from the ship's interior to use as a weapon, his arm red from the scalding water, "Keeping her hand on the fire as a punishment quits hurting after a while."

Fareeha cursed under her breath as she shoved herself upright as Genji rushed her, though she was unable to keep up. As he yanked his arms downward with the metal pipe in hand, Fareeha could only lift an arm in self-defense, the bar severely smashing into her forearm, causing it to recoil in pain. Genji took another step and give a vicious kick to her gut, sending her stumbling backward and falling onto the deck, sitting up as she scooted away fearfully.

"Come on!" Genji goaded with a smirk, "You gotta wear that mark proudly! I was almost excited to face you! but this is way too easy!"

Fareeha's teeth ached as they squeezed tighter, her feet pushing away furiously as she tried to get a grip on the slick surface, unable to push herself up. Genji merely sauntered along behind her, waving his metal bar around like a baton as he happily meandered toward her.

"You're so feisty, you know. I'd have thought seeing the devil would scare somebody shitless enough that they'd lose so much will," Genji wondered aloud, "I suppose if you'd brand yourself with ink like that, you'd have to have some will. Tell me, what did he look like? I'm curious."

Fareeha frowned, "You remind me of him an awful lot."

He laughed with amusement, shrugging, "Oh please, I doubt many have treated you as well as I have. At least I have the courtesy to prolong your life; some say it's more kind to make it quick and painless, though I enjoy life- it'd be a shame to see it end so quickly. Even in pain, you've just got to seek the pleasure in life; the dead would pay the highest price to experience pain, just to experience life once again."

Genji pulled a small knife from his coat, fiddling with it in his hand as he continued following Fareeha's scurrying pace, "It has preoccupied me at times, you know. What it must be like to be on such a brink as you are right now. Cowering and fearing for your very life- father seemed as though he might want me dead, but I still never had a doubt that he would truly do me in. My lady and my child, sure, but never his own flesh and blood."

Continuing along the deck, Fareeha's body jerked back in resistance as the rope around her hip immediately went tight, her body having moved to far away from the boom it had been anchored to, leaving her frozen along the deck as Genji stood above her with a smirk.

"End of the line," he observed comedically.

Fareeha immediately threw herself forward, trying to claw her way back to her feet along the wet planks beneath her, though as her body jerked upward, Genji gave her a swift punch, sending her backward until the line caught her, forcing her body to swing in an arch until she slid along the deck, her vision spotty at best.

Genji dropped his metal bar, falling on all fours before anchoring her legs with his own and quickly taking both her wrists, pinning them above her head with a single hand as his other held the knife against the deck to support his weight, staring into her face with a freakish zeal, "I wonder just how pleasurable death can be sometimes. You know, they say once you see the devil, a part of you dies inside. I wonder if that's true for you."

Fareeha's senses returned, her body shaking violently as she realized what predicament she was in, finding her every limb pinned down. Her eyes widened in horror as her assailant's words, though Genji's head merely tilted to the side as though examining a caged animal with enthusiasm.

"I'd very much like to do you a favor and prolong your life just long enough to taste what the devil must surely have taken from you," Genji grinned, "Would you do me the pleasure?"

Fareeha's eyes narrowed heatedly as she sneered back up toward him, "Did you ever ask yourself how I managed to become a captain?"

His eyes glared at her curiously.

"Because I don't take shit from any man," she sputtered angrily, skillfully slipping her leg out from beneath Genji's and immediately impaling her knee into his crotch, sending him howling as his body constricted into itself, forcing him to fall on top of Fareeha, though she was quick to force him off as quickly as possible, disgusted by such contact.

She quickly grabbed the rope she was anchored to and pulled herself up to her feet, eying the knife and bar that sat just out of reach from her entangled situation, her mouth muttering, "Fuck."

Yanking the line to keep it taut, Fareeha rushed along the deck back toward where Angela still lay, her brain still wavering as it rattled along in her concussed state. Spouts of water continued to spurt into the air, leaving Fareeha traveling through an endless stream of water as though it were raining, her eyes running back and forth as she came to Angela, unsure of where to go from here.

"Okay, Fareeha…" she spoke up, "What to do, what to do… I'm not about to swing from this rope like a batshit crazy person; let's see, is there-"

Her body suddenly jerked backward as Genji grabbed ahold of the rope behind her, pulling her back down onto the deck as he shouted angrily, "Get the fuck back here!"

Fareeha's head spun upside down from her back-down position, watching as Genji shoved his knife through her rope and straight into the deck to inhibit her before rising to his feet, rushing toward her. Unable to spin to her stomach and push herself up and catch her footing, Fareeha felt a sharp pain at her cheek, the world around her spinning in a vacuum as her body whirled clear off the ship, her brain swirling as gravity slipped out from beneath her. She caught the ocean in front of her at some point before catching the Hanamura, the sky, the Splitstream, the ocean, the Hanamura, the sky, the Split-

Her midsection nearly tore in half as the rope caught her, a loud gasp escaping her from the pain that spun around her body. She dangled there, her back to the ocean, as her head arose to only catch the silhouette of Genji above her, his darkened arms reaching down to yank up the rope that wrapped around Fareeha, her hand lazily clutched at the rope as though attempting to sever her only remaining tie to that man, though she hadn't a hope to do so.

Genji chuckled happily as he brought Fareeha back up to the deck, tearing the knife from its previous spot along the rope and anchoring it closer to Fareeha so that her body hung a mere foot or so down off the deck, the side of her body rubbing against the cold hull of the ship.

"Poor thing," he grinned, "We're far from done, my love."

Fareeha's face tightened as the pain became too much, her midsection seemingly tearing at its seams as tears flooded her eyes, only her hands along the rope, lazily holding her up, providing any relief. She managed another look above her, only finding Genji having gone airborne as he jumped in the air, lifting his legs and putting all his weight into it as he fell onto Fareeha's midsection, a massively painful cry escaping her as her skin nearly tore.

"GAH!" she cried out from the searing pain, "PLEASE! S-STOP!"

Genji smirked as he stepped back up onto the deck, shrugging, "How do you think I felt a second ago after that little stunt of yours? Please, we've a long way to go before-"

He paused as he leapt into the air once again, his entire weight slamming down into Fareeha, the rope catching the whole force and whipping at her body.

"GAAAH! STO-O-OP!" she cried out helplessly, her body hanging there limp, her blood curdled screams only barely breaking free from the powerful bursts of water that continued tearing at the ship.

Genji smiled, putting a single foot back onto the deck, his breaths heavy from exertion and excitement, "Oh, oh, oh… We're far from finished."

As he leaned forward to grab his knife to pull himself up, his eyes widened as Angela came hurtling toward him, the force from her advance smacking into Genji's face as her arms managed to curl around his neck, her body spinning around him so that she hung from his back, leaving Genji essentially holding two people up while Angela's weight yanked at his throat.

"KCH!" he pleaded, his grip slipping from the knife, "KCH! STCH! STO- STOCH!"

Mustering the last of her strength, Fareeha spun to the side, surrendering the only foothold Genji had left, sending him hanging from the dagger alone, his fingers slipping feverishly as his eyes went wide. Fareeha grabbed Angela's ankle and gave a vicious yank, pulling Genji down and also surrendering his last grip, the man careening down into the ocean as Angela released him, leaving her hanging there from only her ankle in Fareeha's grasp.

Afraid of her voice being covered with a tearful tone, Fareeha still managed a lowly, "You're fucking insane, you know that!"

Angela didn't reply, though Fareeha recognized her waning strength would never be greater than it was at that moment, her arms powerfully yanking at Angela to bring her back up, "You're gonna have to help me, y'know! I can't get us both up!"

With her reeling brain, Angela managed to grab the rope and pull herself up to the deck thanks to Fareeha's waist, barely doing much more than holding the rope as Fareeha spun back onto the deck, gasping rapidly as her body ached lying there, her eyes shut in painful reverie.

"You're…fucking stupid," she muttered weakly as she shook her head.

Angela managed just as breathlessly, "It saved your ass, didn't it?"

"There are some people just not worth saving, Princess," Fareeha muttered in admittance, "I'm not even a crewman. I'm just a- just a stowaway."

Angela smiled at her choice of words, shaking her head, "You saved more than my life."

Panting breathily, Fareeha shook her head, though offered nothing more in the way of words. Angela's hands ad been cluthing her head, though she stared down the deck of the Hanamura, noticing its unmistakable slant as it began to sink, ultimately rolling back away from the Splitstream, Angela turning back toward Fareeha with a cautious voice.

"Any ideas on how to get outta here?" she asked, "This ship's not gonna last long, just so you know."

Fareeha began pushing her body to the side, hoping to push herself up from her stomach, "So helpless, you are… You're the queen of stupid ideas; I figured you'd have one."

Angela grinned, "I'm only learning from the master, you know."

"Oh, shut up," Fareeha managed weakly as Angela helped her to her feet, turning her head up as she kicked the knife from its place restricting her movement, "Okay, so we're gonna swing our broken bodies over back onto your ship, alright? Hopefully we'll make it or whatever; I'd rather be in the ocean than this powder keg."

"Powder keg?" Angela asked.

Fareeha rolled her eyes, "Helpless. The Hanamura is famous for its steam engines- like, all those geysers spurting out? If the wrong engine builds up enough pressure, this whole ship's going skyward."

"What?!" Angela cried out worriedly, "T-Then why are we still-?!"

"Because you chose to do so," Fareeha groaned, "Forget all that; let's just get off while we can. Come here."

Angela watched her warily, though Fareeha immediately waved her into her body, "Well?! C'mon! There's one rope and two of us; you wanna go ass-to-face instead? Geez!"

Praying that any blushing might be misinterpreted or hidden by the severity of their situation, Angela took a step toward her, taking in a sharp breath as Fareeha's powerful arm came around her waist, pulling their bodies together as Angela stared blankly into the wide chest before her.

"Hold on to me," Fareeha instructed, unable to feel Angela's arms around her as she stepped up onto a nearby crate, "Please tell me you've got me."

Angela threw her inhibitions into the wind as she gingerly pressed her face into a Fareeha's chest, fearful of what was to come, shutting her eyes as tightly as her arms locked to one another around Fareeha's back. The tanned seadog eyed the Splitstream below, figuring out the trajectory of her upcoming swing as she felt Angela's tight grasp, leaving one less thing for her to worry about. Figuring the best course of action, she shut her eyes, taking in deep breaths as her fatigued body bit back against her plans.

"Come on, Fareeha," she muttered silently in her head, "You got this. You're more than that necklace; you're not unlucky."

As a nearby gust of water spouted into the air, it gave Fareeha the push she needed to give a generous burst of strength from her legs, Angela's gut immediately becoming weightless, nausea welling up as her body careened through the air, wind lapping at her hair and her ears as her face pressed even harder against Fareeha's chest, terrified of whatever was happening around her. She still felt the anchor of the rope supporting them, though that sensation severed itself, leaving Angela in a near panic, though in a split second, a massive BAM hit her through Fareeha's body, solid footing assured though she remained at a furious speed, though it subsided quickly enough as she came to a stop, Fareeha's arm slipped from her back, Angela's rapid breaths unable to hold a candle to how furious Fareeha's lungs were working as the former captain lay there, wide eyes peering up into the sky, unable to truly recognize what she'd just done.

"Angela!" Jack cried out, his boots almost tearing into the deck as he sprinted wildly toward his daughter, "Angela!"

Between her aching head, her powerless body, and her insides churning from the last few seconds, Angela couldn't do much beyond simply sliding off from Fareeha's body an onto the Splitstream, allowing her father to slide to her side on his knees, lifting her up to examine her with a father's zeal, terrified that she might be injured. He only gave Fareeha cursory glances as he reached out to poke at Angela's arms and legs as if examining her reflexes.

"That tickles," she murmured slightly, earning a relieved gasp from her father.

He sighed weakly, "Fuck, Angela, I- Just- Fuck, just give me a hug."

"Langua-" she began, her mouth covered by her father's shoulder as he embraced her tightly.

He shook his head, his smile hidden in a mass of his daughter's wet hair, "I don't give a damn this moment, child."

After a lengthy embrace, Jack pulled away, grasping his daughter around her knees and neck, lifting her up as he turned back toward the Hanamura, which was tilting further away, more resembling a pin cushion from the mass of water spouts leaving its interior. He walked toward Jesse and Hana, the two having already taken Lucio and Lena to their bunks, the three of them watching helplessly as Junkrat's fate seemed further assured.

"I don't know what the fuck he did, but I couldn't find him anywhere down in the gun deck," Hana frowned.

Jesse's eyes narrowed, "He'd have'ta tear a hold 'r somethin' to blast a hole that big. Think he might'a done himself in? He might still be over there clingin' ta more than his life."

A serious face etched upon his head, Jack shut his eyes reverently, "We'll give it a few more minutes. If nothing else happens, we'll-"

Therein, a sickly groaning came roaring out from inside the Hanamura, the sound of metal being expanded against its original intent as hot water boiled within its hull, its vapors building and building until-

BOOM

The Hanamura tore in half as its mighty steam engines blew up in a glorious blaze of vaporous water having torn the ship from its seams, ejecting an ungodly amount of material into the stratosphere which, thankfully, didn't seem fated to fall upon the Splitstream. Hana whimpered as she looked on, covering her mouth with an open palm, lowering her head in reverence as Jesse crossed his arms, shaking his head distastefully.

"Poor guy," he muttered quietly, "I always did feel bad 'bout turnin' him in for that koala he brought on with him, but… Well, y'know."

Jack frowned, lowering his head as well, "Junkrat… That wasn't his name, right."

He sighed deeply, shaking off his tears from Angela's return, "Jamison Fawkes. It was an honor to have you aboard. Never before have I encountered somebody so willing to give their life to-… You guys hear that?"

The three of them looked back up, Hana and Jesse sharing a confused glance toward one another as a high-pitched, far off noise did catch their ear. They turned in opposite directions, curiously, as the sound pierce the air around them.

"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!"

With a mighty SMASH Junkrat flew into the deck of the Splitstream, head-first, his nose jutting back into his face as he slid right into the railing off the edge of the boat, his head meeting a violent jolt as his legs dangled off the ship's edge above.

"JUNKIE!" Hana shouted exuberantly, though she just as quickly composed herself, clearing her throat, "Ahem, uh, Jamison. Welcome back."

"Aww! C-Cap!" he whined, correcting his body, sitting against the ship's edge, "You told 'em?!"

Jack shrugged with a smile, "Must'a slipped my mind. Sorry."

"Blast it!" Junkrat exclaimed, "There goes my cool motif… How'm I gonna strike fear into the crew with my armaments now?!"

Approaching the gunner, Jesse frowned, "Oh, is that what you call wakin' people up by pokin' a gun in their face?"

Junkrat laughed nervously, "N-No! Of course not! Heh heh!"

Unamused, Jesse eyed Junrat cautiously as he pulled him to his feet, helping him back toward the ship's interior, leaving Captain Morrison to follow along with Angela in his arms, cautiously taking her to her bunk, only stopping as Hana spoke up with a furtive voice, her arms crossed dismissively with eyes shifting toward her captain.

"Uh, sir…" she muttered, jerking a shoulder in Fareeha's direction, "What do we do about her?"

The rest of the crew paused, turning to watch as Fareeha's lungs were still working overtime, her body gradually tensing up in a sore sort of convulsion, her ability to speak already stripped from her due to her sheer exhaustion. Jack eyed her seriously, biting his lip as he felt Angela's body tense up in her arms.

"Take her to the hold," he instructed, even Hana peering up to him in surprise.

"W-What?" she asked, waveringly.

Jack nodded, "You heard me. Jesse, he can walk; come help Hana get her down to the hold."

Even Jesse's face mulled over as he released Junkrat, sauntering over to help Hana lift Fareeha' still body up, the stowaway cringing painfully as her soreness settled in further, aching at the added movement. Her head fell forward weakly, her inability to move forcing Jesse to move the three of them for the most part, leaving Jack supervising with his daughter in his arms, his gaze lowering as the stowaway approached.

Just before the three of them passed, Jack took a deliberate step to cut them off, staring at Fareeha's fallen head critically. Jesse and Hana both watched their captain with shocked glances, unsure of what he was to do, Hana's spine tingling as Captain Morrison spoke up.

"Can you lift your head?"

Fareeha audibly groaned as the wet hair that fell around her head shifted to make room for her face as it lifted itself just high enough for her eyes to peer up toward him.

"Your crate," he spoke up, "It said 'Far Away' on it. We're headed to Southeast Asia. Is that far enough away?"

Afraid to nod, lest she lose her strength to return, Fareeha simply shook her eyes up and down, her body shaking from the strain, tears welling up in her eyes as Jesse and Hana kept deliberate hold of her quaking shoulders.

"How's about we forget about turning you in once we get to Hawaii," Jack spoke up, "You stay in the hold, we'll take you where you need to go. Sound good?"

Her pain echoing through her body, Fareeha nodded her head before her knees gave way, nearly pulling Hana to the ground before Jesse could catch Fareeha's weight, now electing to carry her over his shoulder with Hana helping to push her body up onto him. Jack nodded, keeping an eye on Fareeha's downturned head over Jesse's shoulder.

"Good," he surmised.