A/N: Look for Ghost Ship Online to be back up this week, watch my profile for more info. Thank you to Spam Warrior, and my beloved Chels, for which without I would never be in this position.

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Was it used as an excuse when she knew he didn't want Desarae? To get out of there as fast as lightning, worried about her kid.

And that's when the calls had started all over again. Endless phone calls from reporters, news stations, the works.

"Mom, ABC is calling … " Desarae groaned irritated, as she had slipped those earphones in her ears, fiddling with the Ipod to blast something that even Epps had to cringe at.

"Damn it." Maureen growled angrily, simply looking down at the caller I.D and slammed down the phone back onto the cradle once picking it up. But it didn't matter, the phone would shortly ring after.

"Maybe there's something decent on television." Dizzy sighed as she reached for the remote control, grasping it and clicked the power button.

"Reports show that this is the same multi million dollar cruise ship, that will take a journey to the Bahamas this afternoon. Raking in the cash as well as the owner who's come along for the ride, Mr. Samual Tate." a petite woman dressed in a pink suit stood with a microphone in her hand, camera positioned on her small button-like nose.

"Mr. Tate, what do you think of all this excitement, do you think this will be a successful trip?" her voice had been as annoying as someone with the name of Emily that Desarae had gone to school with.

High pitched and squeaky.

Epps nearly gawked at the television when Dizzy's widened as she saw her mother nearly go mental.

"What?" Diz asked impatiently, staring to the television.

"Christ."

"What!" Diz asked, tucking the Ipod into her pocket and settled the two piece earphone wire around her neck.

"Nothing. It's nothing." her tone nearly in pieces.

"No. You know something,… is it… him?"

Maureen shuddered as she slammed her fist down on the wooden coffee table.

"Damn it! Son of a bitch…" husky voice growled.

"He's kind of hot…" Diz blushed innocently.

Raising both eyebrows, Epps turned to her daughter. The worst thing would be putting them both in danger by staying here. They needed to move.

"We need to get out of here."

Desarae stood silently, the blasting of the music still pulsating into the headphones.

"Now, Diz." her tone strict.

"Okay." nodding with a serious tone, Desarae immediately went for the small bowl of fish, picking it up… only to notice… it was empty?

"Mom…"

Just as that voice clear as a bell had exhaled a tone, the door to the small apartment had been slid open with a small creak.

"Is this the right place?" piercing blue eyes stared back towards Maureen, and then the little brat by her side.

"Looking for these?" holding a small fishing string, complete with all four goldfish strung onto it and tossed it carelessly in Desarae's direction.

"Think of it as an early birthday present, kid." monotone, as a hollow laughter sank within the very walls of the place. Echoing through Maureen's ears.

Diz gasped and screamed when she hadn't even bothered to catch the strung fish, taking a quick step back.

"Hello, Maureen." Jack grinned and cooed innocently. He still had looked just as handsome when she had seen him.

Frozen in fear, Epps stood there a moment, her breathing shaky, until she finally lashed out at him, knocking him onto the floor.

"RUN!" Desarae had looked to her mother struggling on the floor, and before she could even blink…they were gone.

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"She's kind of cute." pinning her hands against the carpeted flooring of the cabin, Jack grinned as the woman beneath him struggled with all her might.

But at that instant did she feel something was moving. The rocking back and forth of …a ship.

"That's… impossible." eyes widened as she had finally brought up a leg, kneeing him right where it counted.

"Bitch." Jack squeaked in a high pitched voice, almost to match that of the reporters, as Epps rolled away onto the floor. The blue eyed man immediately had kneeled, holding himself but he had more important matters to worry about. Deceiving Epps had been one of them, suddenly the pain just melted away.

"Impossible?" Ferriman cackled as he had gripped onto the woman's ebony curls, yanking her head back so she was up against him now.

"Nah. See, it's a thing called, revenge, Maureen. A set up. I set you all up. There was no television broadcast of a Mr. Tate, or a cast off. It was to make you think, which I knew it would." yanking her head back again did he tip his head slightly, canting it to the side and placed a hard kiss on her mouth.

She wanted to throw up. His lips had not just simply brushed against hers, but he had kissed her. Raking those short nails against the back of his hand, enough to draw blood. Jack hissed in annoyance as he had now wrapped an arm around her slender waist.

"You're really, starting to become a pain in the ass, Maureen." voice monotone once again , just like he had been when he had made the 'salvager' speech as what Epps had called it, back on the Graza.

"Good." she growled.

A knock on the door.

"Sir, is everything all right in here?" a broad voice came in, it was the stuard.

His lips sneered angrily, showing those sharp canines as Epps could only smirk, in which he gripped onto her tighter.

"Everything's great." he replied cheerfully, hand over the persistent brunette's mouth.

And with that, the man on the other side of the door had vanished down the hallway, greeting people in a sickeningly sweet way in order to get tips.

She bit down hard on his hand as he yelped, not exactly expecting it at that moment.

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Auburn red strands of hair nearly lifted in the wind, as a young child began over to the railing of the ship. Katie Harwood stood peacefully, wearing a light blue dress. The puffy sleeves that only lingered to her forearm. A blue ribbon tied gracefully into those straight strands.

This new ship. This wasn't the Antonia Graza. And how she had longed to see the ocean once more, Katie had always loved it as a little girl. A small smile had appeared on those light pink lips as a family of dolphins swam in front of the large cruise ship. But now something had pulled on her invisible heart strings.

Why was she here? It was then that those pale slender hands had realized they had been touching the railing… they hadn't gone through.

"Miss. You shouldn't be out here alone, where are your parents?" someone behind her had began to ask.

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