They spent forever looking for the library and when the finally found it they spent the majority of the day looking at every single book to find the one they were looking for. They alternated taking breaks to eat at the dining salon and Fred wanted to do a little exploring, but Sam absolutely refused to go anywhere else.

"Ugh, this is so stupid." Fred groaned quietly. "We've been looking for The Book for hours. I say we start actually asking people about it."

"Fred we still have a couple of book shelves to check." Sam whispered. "And do you want to risk running into San-Li again, because I sure don't. Especially not after we ran out on her."

"Well we wouldn't have done that if she wasn't so knife happy." Fred grumbled. "And bipolar."

"I don't think that she's bipolar," Sam mumbled thoughtfully. "It's more likely that she has either schizotypal personality disorder or borderline personality disorder."

Fred blinked and tried to wrap his mind around all the technical terms Sam was spewing. He didn't know why the exact term for her craziness mattered. Psycho was psycho right?

"Well as far as I know she's insane." Fred repeated.

Sam smirked and glanced up at him. "You didn't seem to think so when you were inviting her to Ray's for pizza."

"So?" Fred felt his face heat up. "Like I said before, she seemed pretty cool at first."

Sam snickered anyways which made Fred frown. It wasn't his fault that San-Li was a total hottie and could seem normal when she wanted to. He was only a guy after all. Or that she seemed to have the coolest job in the world. He grunted in frustration and went over to another book shelf.

"Well I'm not finding it." Fred said after a while. "And we need to think of another place to check."

"Well what do you suggest?" Sam asked with a sigh. "Where else can we look for The Book?"

Fred shrugged. "Beats me."

Sam huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was annoyed by one of them. Fred waited patiently for him to think. He would never let Sam actually know this, but Fred always knew that whenever they needed to figure out something, Sam was the one to go to. Sure enough Sam looked up with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Maybe the smoking room?" Sam said with a shrug.

Fred frowned. Okay, maybe not. "Um... neither of us smoke."

Sam gave an exasperated sigh and readjusted his glasses. "Fred, a smoking room is like a lounge where men get together and talk about important stuff like politics, money, and current events."

"That sounds...incredibly boring." Fred said.

"There might be books there." Sam shrugged. "Hopefully The Book will be there too."

Fred had no idea how late it had gotten until they stepped out onto the deck. The sun was just disappearing into the water and it would have been a really pretty sight if it wasn't so freezing out. Fred stamped his feet and pulled the his jacket tighter around his self and was grateful that San-Li had given him such heavy wool clothes.

Sam was peering around the water as well with a worried expression on his face, probably looking for icebergs or something. Oh...right.

"Come on, we're running out of time." Sam mumbled. "Let's hurry up and find the smoking room before it's too late."

They asked one of the few men walking on deck where the second class smoking room was and headed in the direction that he indicated.

"Hey wait," Sam stopped and put a hand on Fred's arm. "Do you see that? Up there?"

Fred looked where he was pointing and saw what looked like a dark figure repelling down a rope that ran from a flag pole and disappeared somewhere in the distance pass a smoke stack.

"There's no way that could be her right?" Fred mumbled to Sam.

"Yeah," Sam mumbled back. "No way."

They quickly went back inside and found a door that said "2nd class smoking room" on the plaque. The room was hazy with cigarette smoke and he and Sam struggled not to cough their lungs out. It was a lot louder though than Fred had anticipated and there was a lot more laughing even some women. A piano was playing in the background adding to the noise.

"Hey," Sam had to talk loudly over to noise. "I don't see any book shelves in here. What do we do now?"

A red headed man with two cigarettes in his hands over heard them and leaned over to answer Sam's question.

"If you're looking for books gents try the library on the floor below." He said loudly. "The only other place that has books is the 1st class smoking room and I doubt they'll let you two in there."

Sam shoulders sagged in defeat, but Fred leaned forward.

"We're looking for a special book." Fred said. "It's super valuable and it's-"

"Say no more, I know exactly what you're talking about." The man nodded eagerly. "A friend of mine was talking about it earlier."

"Great!" Fred grinned eagerly. "Did he say where it was?"

"Well it's supposed to be pretty valuable," the man shrugged. "So I'm guessing the cargo hold."

"And where's the cargo hold?"

"Below deck, on the other side of the ship." The man smiled before being pulled away into a card game.

"Great, just great!" Sam exclaimed in exasperation.

"What are you so worried about?" Fred asked. "He said it was in the cargo hold, where ever that is."

"That's at the bottom of the ship, Fred." Sam said turning pale. "And the ship is going to start sinking in a few hours. If we don't find The Book here, the ship will start sinking and we'll miss the life boats and then we'll freeze to death in that icy cold water!"

Fred swallowed nervously and could feel panic start to rise in his chest, but he forced himself to push it away. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and shook him a little.

"Don't panic okay?" He said sternly. "We'll find The Book. It will be in the cargo hold. So let's hurry up and get down there so we can go back home."

Sam was still looking a bit green but nodded. The hurried out of the smoking room and found an elevator that would take them down to nearly the lowest deck. Sam was practically hyperventilating by the time they actually got to the cargo hold. Even Fred felt his stomach drop when they snuck inside and saw just how massive the room was. There were even several fancy cars in the dimly lit room.

Fred let out a low whistle. "The Book has definitely got to be in here."

"Let's hope so," Sam whispered back. "Otherwise we're going to be ice cubes."

They went around opening boxes and bins, trying to stay quiet so that no one would hear them and think they were stealing. They both froze when they heard quiet shuffling noises.

A rat? Fred mouthed to Sam.

Sam shook his head and gestured to the right. Fred looked and sure enough he could see a glimmer of light reflecting off of one of the boxes. A flashlight. Fred eyed a nearby crow bar and gestured to it. Sam looked confused. He made a swinging motion and Sam shook his head vehemently. Fred nodded though, grabbed the crow bar, and slowly walked over the source of the light. If it was one of the ship patrol men then they would get locked up again and he highly doubted that San-Li was going to come back and rescue them again.

Sam followed close behind him as he snuck up on a dark figure riffling though a box. Fred lifted the crow bar up slowly and the figure suddenly stiffened. He swung quickly and the figure barely managed to spin around and dodge to the side. Before Fred could recover from the momentum the figure threw a round house kick that caught him in the side and sent him crashing into one of the boxes. Sam screamed and he heard the sharp sound of metal before a sword blade stopped inches from his face.

"Wait a minute, Fred?"

Fred opened his eyes and saw San-Li standing over him. She re-sheathed her sword and started laughing.

"Geez, Fred. You nearly took my head off with that thing." She giggled. "I mean, people aren't usually able usually able to sneak up on me like that."

"Um thanks?" Fred stood up cautiously.

"Football right?"

"Huh?"

"You play football right?" San-Li looked him up and down. "Muscles and speed usually equal a football player."

Fred found himself smiling. "Yeah that's right. I also play j.v baseball too."

"Fred focus!" Sam said sharply. "The ship could hit an iceberg any minute now and we still have to find The Book!"

"The Book?" San-Li tilted her head to the side. "I thought you found that thing in the library?"

Fred shook his head in frustration. "It wasn't there. But some guy in the smoking room said that it might be in here somewhere."

"Did he now?" San-Li raised an eyebrow and reached into the crate she was rummaging in. "I hope he didn't mean this book."

She pulled out a small golden book covered with jewels and intricate designs. Fred felt his stomach knot and saw that Sam had gone pale.

"Like it?" San-Li said. "It's called the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. It's a book of Persian poetry written by Omar Khayyam and translated by Edward FitzGerald. Beautiful isn't it?"

"But its not The Book." Sam whispered faintly. "It's not The Book."

"No," San-Li shrugged non-nonchalant. "But I know where it is."

"You do?" Sam jumped in front of her eagerly. "Where is it? Where did you find it?"

"Why in the world," San-Li smile became malicious. "would I tell you guys that? You two jerks ditched me remember?"

"And we are so so sorry about that," Fred tried to smile. "We were just a little freaked out with you constantly pulling knives out on us."

"True," She shrugged and there was a hard look in her eyes. "And in return you guys tried to leave me stranded on a sinking ship. Sounds like a fair trade to me."

"Wow, I'm glad you understand." Fred said relieved. "So you'll tell us where The Book is, right?"

"Fred she was being sarcastic." Sam nudged him.

"Oh."

"Besides." San-Li smiled and took out her watch. "This stupid thing is working again and now I have a way home. I don't need you two anymore."

Suddenly, the ship jerked and shook violently for a moment before becoming still again.

"Oh no, oh no," Sam started shaking. "That has to be the iceberg, which means we only have two hours until the ship sinks. Please, please, please San-Li,"

Sam got on his knees before her and grabbed her hands. "Please, help us find The Book. We're begging you!"

"We?" San-Li asked casting a look at Fred.

Fred sighed in aggravation and for a moment seriously considered taking their chances and finding The Book themselves. Sam threw him a look of desperation though and he took one of San-Li hands and also got on his knees before her.

"Please help us find The Book," Fred gave her his most charming smile. "I'll take you out to Ray's if you do."

Sam gave him a look and Fred wondered if he had gone too far, but the corner of San-Li's mouth twitched upwards and she snatched her hands away.

"Ugh, I hate begging men." She gave a small smirk. "Third class smoking room. Someone was bragging about how someone from first class must have left it there. Better hurry."

Fred and Sam got up and ran out of the cargo hold. As soon as they made it up the first flight of stairs they were bombarded by a rush of confused looking passengers dressed in close to rags. They also noticed that the floor was titling away from them.

The ship was definitely sinking.