Nancy didn't laugh. She usually played more... high-authoritated characters. However, it was tempting. She would be able to find out who the kidnapped people were, and try to support them. After a moment of thinking it over, Nancy grinned. "Aw, you know I'm in!"

"Great! It's even better that you're... you know, blind. They'll doubt you can do anything."

"They won't be totally wrong." The detective doubted herself.

"Don't worry. We don't have to go for two weeks. We're going to Coconut Island; that's over by Hawaii. It's very private and can only be gone to by boat. We'll fly to Oahu, and paddle to the island. And within the next couple weeks, hopefully, you'll be more used to being blind."

Frank had been correct. By the time they had landed in the Pearl Harbor airport, Nancy could easily walk and find her way around. She had found some small advantages to being blind. She could hear more clearly, which could definitely come in handy. And she would look pathetic in front of the other kidnappers/murderers, but at the same time, really be strong and ready for anything.

Frank dipped the oars into the sea and pushed the boat along, heading east towards Coconut Island. Joe was sitting next to Nancy, holding her down. Frank kept rowing as he spoke, "When we get there, they'll want to know our code name. We got it from the emails. I am doesn'ttakeprisoners. Joe is kingme. And you are Amy. We kidnapped you two months ago, and want to sell you." Frank hated saying it; it sounded so sick.

"What happens once we get there?"

"We'll be greeted by the organizer, John Doe. He'll tell us where we stay, where you and the other kidnapped people stay, and then will explain how we sell and trade you. Meawhile, try to talk to the people. Try to comfort them, and see if any of them know anything about this ring."

They had reached the island. Nancy took a deep breathe, hoping she was prepared for what lay ahead of her.

"Hello, there. Welcome to Coconut Island. Are you here for the meeting?"

"Yes," at the hotel, their greeter introduced himself as John Doe. He led the Hardys, who dragged Nancy, to two large wooden doors. The teens entered and stood in awe at the large gym. There was no equipment, but lots of people.

Doe looked at Frank and Joe, and asked their names.

" doesn'ttakeprisoners. This is kingme."

Nancy felt John's stare come to her. "And what's your name, honey?" She breathed heavily and gave out a small squeak. He laughed at Nancy's weakness.

"Don't worry about cops; this place is reserved by the Emperor. "

"Emperor?"

"He's the guy who founded this joint."

The hustling and bustling in the room ceased when a blond haired man with a yellow mustache called everyone to his attention. That must be the Emperor, Frank decided. The man cleared his throat and spoke, "All guests please leave your luggage here and proceed to the dining hall."

Joe dragged Nancy across the room and threw her to the ground, as planned. "If you do anything wrong, we're gonna skip the trade and go straight to killin' you. Got it?" Nancy teared and nodded shakily. He stalked off with Frank at his heels.

Once all the captors were gone, Nancy tried figuring out how many people were in the room. But it was difficult, considering everyone was silent. The first noise Nancy heard was the soft crying of someone next to her. It was a child, that much she could tell. Nancy felt around for her, then found her leg. "Are you okay?"

The girl didn't answer.

"My name is Amy. What's your name?"

After a moment, a small voice answer, "Melanie. Melanie Baker." Nancy felt so sorry for the girl. She couldn't have been five years old. "I want my mommy." Nancy hugged her, in an attempt to comfort the kid.

"It's gonna be okay," a new voice joined the group. It was a woman of maybe twenty-five to twenty-eight. "My name is Joss."

"Toni," another woman's voice came, speaking her name.

"Maybelle," this was a teenager.

"Francis."

"Beth."

"Mary Joe."

"Callie." Why did her voice sound so familiar?

"Anne."

"Katy." Everyone went in a circle speaking their name. Nancy recognized some names as those who were reported missing on the news.

After Nancy counted, she was surprised to find out that there were 63 people... no, girls there. All ranging from around five to almost forty. That was an age group that disturbed Nancy. But she would save these people: she would... somehow.