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The deck was complete and utter chaos. The crew rushed down the stairs to check the damage. They had taken a bad hit, and it was more than likely that the ship was slowly filling with water.

Jimmy was just happy to be alive; the crow's nest definitely wasn't the safest place to be during a dangerous situation such as the one that had just passed. He touched his feet to the deck, finishing his descent down from the nest.

"Stan!" He yelled at his older friend, who was running past him, "Stan! What's going on? Is everyone okay."

"Aye boy, everyone's fine, 'cept the venture of course," He hurried towards the stairs, "Gotta' help," He mumbled, and with that he disappeared down below.

Jimmy though, ran in the opposite direction. As much as he would have loved to believe his friend, he couldn't help but worry.

He stopped in front of May's door, remembering his manners and knocking three times hurriedly. "May?" He called out, but no one responded. Jimmy decided against his better judgment and opened the door without an answer. No one was inside. But he did noticed it was somewhat less cluttered than it usually was, her camera and bags missing, and her leather bound album lay open on her bed.

Jimmy looked closer, bending over and picking up the leather book. The page was blank, with only a small caption underneath.

"Anne Marie Beaulieu and Franklin Beaulieu, 1917"

Jimmy closed the book quickly, why would May removed a photograph of her mother and father from her album? This photo meant so much to her. Unless she had it with her of course, but why would she take it out now of all times?

At that moment he noticed a crumpled piece of thick paper on the ground near the edge of the bed. He grabbed the paper and straightened it, revealing the faces of a smiling couple, holding hands and looking happily into the cameras lens.

Jimmy sat on his bed in a daze; it seemed most unlike her to deface a photograph of her parent, but their seemed to be no other plausible excuse. No one from the crew would dare enter her room knowing the wrath they would face if the captain found out.

His gaze went back to the bare spot where she once kept her cameras.

A sudden thought hit him, and within ten seconds he bounded back up the steps to the deck, stuffing the photograph into his shallow pocket.

"What's the damage?" Thomas Englehorn yelled over the men yelling and the rushing water.

"The ships taken a beating, sir," Hayes yelled back in response, rushing to reach the captain through the maze of men.

"Captain!" The familiar voice of the young man met their ears. Jimmy bounded down the stairs and stopped halfway down, "Captain! You better come see this." He said hurriedly.

The captain was no in the mood for any more surprises. He rushed closely behind the young man in front of him, only one thought coming to mind.

"Dehnam," He hissed under his breath.

As they rounded the corner towards the front of the ship, he noticed about half of the space lifejackets from the compartment laying on the deck.

"What the hell?" He whispered furiously, before looking out into the water.

They were about twenty meters off the ships now, in two of his lifeboats. Dehnam and his little crew, not to mention four of his own men sat closely, rowing steadily towards the shore. He was disappointed to see the two women also boarded with the men. He knew this island wasn't safe, hell; they had almost died getting to it.

"What should we do captain?" Jimmy's voice sounded panicked, his face showing concern. Englehorn was aware that the boy had taken a liking to the girl, Beaulieu. He had to admit, he wouldn't like to her, or Ms. Darrow injured, but he was the captain of this ship, and he had to do what was best for them all. They had gone against his word and he would not be responsible for their mistakes.

"You want me to bring them back?" Mr Hayes asked the Captain quietly.

'I don't give a damn about Carl Denham, I want this ship fixed and ready to float on the next high tide." He turned to face Mr Hayes, "We're leaving Mr Hayes." He said sternly.

"Captain!" Jimmy said pleadingly.

But he did not listen, rushing back to help his men.

"There's nothing we can do for now, Jimmy" Hayes said quickly, "We need your help right now, she'll be fine."

Jimmy looked up at his mentor, and nodded, but he still looked slightly worrisome. The last look she had given him, imprinted in his mind.

May watched as Jimmy yelled at them from the deck, but everyone else ignored him. May was too ashamed to respond. She hadn't wanted to come along, but in the end it came down to what she was really there to do, to help Carl and everyone else make a movie, and she couldn't back out now.

Besides, she really did need the money; she had hardly enough money to even through rent. But the excuse made her feel like she had betrayed him.

May didn't break her gaze with him as the life raft floated away, her face completely apologetic.

He responded with a quick look of shock, then finally anger. And with that he was gone, rushing away to tell the captain she assumed.

May had a deep gut wrenching feeling of regret. Only after she got into the lifeboat had she realized that Dehnam hadn't told Englehorn that they were going over to the island; or that they were borrowing his life rafts for that matter. He had found a few of the crewmen that thought it was worth the pretty penny to come along for the journey.

Overall though, she was glad they were coming. No offense to the others, but she wasn't too sure that any of them could fight off something if it tried to attack them; Jack being the only exception maybe, but that was it. Bruce may play a hero in movies, but he looked like a real coward to her.

"Don't look so glum," Thomas clucked his tongue at her, taking a drag of his cigarette as he continued to move the oars through the strong waters.

"That was wrong," She said furiously in a low voice, "You should be glad at least one of us has the right mind to feel remotely bad for leaving unannouced."

May crossed her arms around her camera bag on her lap and looked out into the waters. It was still very sunny outside, but looking back towards the ship that was now so very far away, the dangerously heavy fogs still concealed the island.

"You need to loosen up kid," Bruce said critically, purposely flexing his muscles as he tried harder to keep up with the rowing movement of the others in the small raft, "Aren't you even slightly curious to see whats on the island?"

"Curiousity killed the cat," May stuck out her tongue childishly, "Besides, I'm hardy concerned about the actual island, I'm just worried about what Englehorn will do once he figures out we left."

"What's do you expect him to do? He'll wait until we come back," Bruce exclaimed, not understanding what she was getting at.

"Wouldn't be surprised if they left without us," May murmured, just loud enough for everyone to hear her.

Bruce paled noticeably, "She's joking right?" He said, in a panicked tone.

Thomas only laughed at him.

"Don't think he'd be that cruel," Mike responded, his voice wavering slightly in doubt.

"What's that suppose to me? He's never been cruel to me or any of you," May said accusingly, "He really is a nice man."

Bruce scoffed quietly, "Yeah sure kid, nicest man I ever did meet," He looked over to the men and pointed to her over his shoulder, "Think the girls gotta' little crush on your captain."

They all laughed loudly at the jest, Thomas only suppressing a grin.

"You're too quick to judge," May rolled her eyes, "Besides, maybe it's just because you guys are a bunch of lazy as-."

"May," Thomas said in a deep, disapprovingly, but she did not listen.

"-Sholes," She finished, adding extra emphasis on the 's'. She beamed proudly at their offended faces.

"Sure this girl didn't grow up on the streets?" Bruce said in distaste as he continued to row offbeat, "What a mouth."

May stopped smiling immediately, and looked back out into the water resting her head on her camera bag.

"Now, now, leave her be," Thomas warned Bruce, "Besides, we all know that there's only one boys for dear old May's eyes." She could hear the smirk in his voice and groaned inwardly.

"Oh yeah, that Jimmy kid," One of the crew members piped up suddenly, a man whose name May did not remember. The other men perked up at this sudden development.

"The boy?" Bruce asked, slightly offended, "Clearly you don't have proper standards."

May tried hard not to laugh at his jealous tone.

"Yeah, saw them snogging in the galley after the storm was through." The man chuckled.

May's head shot up, her face turning red almost instantly, "Liar!"

Thomas only raised his eyebrow at her, "No one's judging you May, besides, the color on your face tells me otherwise."

All the other men laughed again, except Bruce who was still muttering nonsense to himself.

But May wasn't listening anymore; she looked up with wide eyes. They had reached their destination.

"You shouldn't stand so close to the fire, you'll burn yourself."

The young girl rolled her eyes, "You say that as I wasn't aware of the fact, I'm not stupid Peter."

Peter only responded with a smile, pulling his thin coat tighter around his small frame, "I was just worried is all, don't want you to fall in."

The two sat silently around the contained fire in the trash can in front of them. It was a particularly silent night, they picked an abandoned alley to seek refuge for the night. It didn't help that it was the middle of winter, and freezing cold outside.

A steady buzz of distant cars could still be heard, even though it was the middle of the night, New York's energy never seemed to falter.

"So what did you manage to find today? Or did you eat it all again?" The young girl narrowed her eyes.

"I told you May! It was a dog!" Peter huffed, folding his arms over his chest in annoyance, "I wish you'd drop that already."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." May sighed, "I'm just hungry, and it puts me in a rotten mood.

"I can tell," She heard him mumble, but she ignored him, "Found nothing, a few scraps, but I did see a couple venues near the west side of the park, I think they're open all night, we could probably get away with stealing something."

May clucked her tongue, "You know how I feel about stealing Pete."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and slid down the length of the wall "Well it's either that or go hungry, or you know, go back to that horrid place, 'sup to you."

May didn't respond, although she was sure of one think, she was not going back to the orphanage, she'd rather starve than go back there. She sat silently for a moment, thankful for the looming quiet that helped her think more clearly.

"You better not get us caught."

Peter's face lit up considerably.