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Authors' Notes: Hope everyone is enjoying the show so far. :)

She made her way back to her room and got around to that shower she had wanted earlier. She pondered what to do and figured it would be a good idea to mingle and keep track of the passengers and make sure none of them were in on what was going to go down within the next twenty four hours.

She had decided to head to the pool area, slipping into the suit that the gaggle of old ladies had talked her into. It was a bikini but not too revealing since that wasn't her style really, mostly because she wanted something she could actually swim laps in if she wanted. She pulled it on and moved to head out when she almost ran into Devon standing at her door about to knock.

"Feeling better I see?" He looked her over and she saw a very hot flash of manly hunger in those gentlemanly blue eyes.

She nodded, "Dramamine did the trick, maybe I was just a little sea sick." She shrugged and moved passed him then stopped, he was in a pair of swim trunks and nothing else. She felt her mouth go a little dry. Where Face was all muscle and toned, Devon was lean and had a very classic swimmer's frame and muscular stature.

"Excellent, I see you're headed for the pool area, shall we go together?" He offered.

She quietly sighed and nodded slowly allowing him to escort her up top.

A few moments later they were seated and she was letting him rub sunscreen onto her back while part of her so wanted Face to walk on scene while the rest of her did not.

Face pushed Murdock off of him once he'd finished his twenty push-ups. His pectorals burned from carrying the extra weight - Murdock might have been lean, but he wasn't a feather - and as he stood up, he stretched to make sure he hadn't pulled anything.

"That might actually be a good way of training. I want you to do the same every morning." Hannibal was grinning.

"I'm a barbell!" Murdock exclaimed.

"You a crazy fool."

His hands were warm on her back as he seemed to be taking his time spreading the cool lotion over her skin, "You seem a little tense." He mentioned off handedly as the rubbing turned into a very obvious massage.

She melted just a little, "You have no idea." She muttered loosely and closed her eyes, "That feels good." Sex was supposed to make you less tense, but not when it came to sex with Face… it turned her into a bundle of nerves. Her head lulled forward a little.

Devon laughed, "Here, lay down on the lounge chair and I'll give you one of my world famous massages."

She quirked a brow at him, "World famous, huh?" She however took him up on his offer and closed her eyes as he worked her back muscles with his hands.

Murdock headed down to the kitchens to apologize to the head chef and try to procure one of the now-empty storage rooms. Once he'd gotten back in everyone's good graces, it was surprisingly easy to make sure that one of the containers would be his and his alone. Security on the ship was at a bare minimum, and it didn't strike anyone as odd that he locked himself inside and screamed for half an hour before coming out and deeming it perfect.

She moaned a little as he hit one particular knot that had been there for a while thanks to landing on some wooden crates a few days ago.

It made him chuckle as she responded with little sounds such as, "Really now Alice, if you keep that up we may be asked to leave the area for disorderly conduct."

She laughed a little and then looked up at him, "Hush up and rub." She instructed him in a very Sosa manner. She watched him blink and seem rather taken back at first but he nodded and offered her his hand so she could sit up allowing him to move on to her shoulders.

A few people were watching them, Face's two blondes from the previous night included and they were just a little green with envy. Serves them right, Charissa thought to herself as she closed her eyes, "You were kidding about world famous, damn."

Hannibal found the Captain on duty and struck up a conversation. He found that he liked the man and, without trying to give the game away, attempted to give him a few bits of advice - and warning.

B.A. was sent to trail him for the rest of the day, while Hannibal continued to scout the waters for any incoming ships.

Suddenly she felt his lips at her neck and she froze.

"We could excuse ourselves back to my suite." He offered in her ear, his voice low and full of dark promises.

She shivered slightly, "Uh…"Her eyes had popped open shortly before that and were full of mischievous thoughts, but she was at war with herself as he trailed a few kisses across the back of her neck. She turned and faced him, her hands on either side of his face holding him back basically, "Slow down there." She smiled at him, "I'm really not that kind of girl, it's only been what three days, Devon?"

He sighed and nodded, "Forgive me… I am but a man and I forgot myself." He straightened, "Just you in this suit, it… it makes me desire you strongly."

She bit her lower lip hard to keep from laughing, his silly cultured way of putting across the fact he wanted to screw her brains out made the heat that was building inside her diminish and fast, "I think I'm going to swim a few laps." She stood and walked to the edge of the pool and dove in.

Face popped up out of the water just as Sosa was climbing in. Not only were the two blondes giggling around him, but they'd been joined by a redhead and a brunette,"And this, ladies, is how you do a backfloat." He arched his lower back and stayed on top as all of them 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' over his muscles.

Her form cut through the water like a knife, she had no idea that Face was in the water and surrounded by his own personal harem. She was focused on her form and breathing too much at first. She completed six laps and paused at the opposite end from him when she caught sight of him or rather heard him. Her brows lifted a little as she smoothed her hair back and her eyes narrowed. Slowly and in a stealthy manner she made her way closer to him and watched, her arms folded as she treaded the water.

He dove under the water and did a few somersaults, then just began to tread water while the ladies did their own little tricks and flips. He still hadn't spotted Charissa anywhere near him.

She kept her attention on both Face and his girls, plus Devon who wasn't paying any attention really. He was laying back, his nose in some book. Probably Shakespeare's Guide to Picking up Women, she thought with a small quiet laugh to herself.

She watched Face a little longer and once she was sure he had no clue she was there, Charissa dove underneath the water and tugged hard and fast at his trunks and then swam for her life as she kept a hold of them. She surfaced on the other side and slowly stepped out of the pool trailing his shorts behind her and as she got closer to Devon.

He glanced up and quirked a brow, "What's that?" He motioned to the fabric in her hands.

She shrugged, "Oh nothing, just something I found floating at the bottom of the pool." She flung them onto her towel and settled on her lounge chair, her eyes locked on Face, her lips twisted into a rather evil little smirk.

Face felt his trunks vanish and for a moment grinned at the ladies. Then he dove under, desperately searching for some dumb kid, or maybe another woman, trying to flirt. He spotted something dark moving across the edge - and surfaced, only to see Charissa holding his swim trunks and walking towards her lounge chair.

She tilted her head to the side in obvious amusement at his expression and gave him a little wave as she slipped her sunglasses on and laid back with a satisfied look across her face, "I'm really enjoying myself, so glad my Grandmother suggested I do this." She commented off handedly as Devon smiled at her and she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the sun, if nothing else she was going to get a head start on her tanning for the year.

Face groaned and shook his head. One of the blondes had noticed that his lower body no longer had navy blue and black checks on it, and was giggling wildly.

Murdock made his way up to the main deck and perched on top of one of the towel bins, watching some dolphins in the water.

She glanced at him shooting him a look over the rim of her glasses that clearly stated if he wanted them, he could come get them. There was no way in hell she was going to even set foot near the edge of the water with him still in it, she knew better and she figured as long as she was with Devon out in the open like this he wouldn't try anything cute. Thus, she figured she had outwitted the Faceman and she was visibly gloating about it. Figuring she was safe for now, she relaxed back again, but the smirk of triumph remained solid across her lips.

"We need to move in formation, ladies." Face was moving towards a ladder with the gaggle of gigglers, "And a towel, please."

"But Face!" One of the blondes said, "Then we won't be able to see it!"

"You'll never see it again," He warned, "if you don't get me a towel."

"How about we get some lunch?"

Devon's voice suddenly brought her back to attention and she sat up, her eyes searching out Face again to see he was on the move, "Oh no you don't." She said under her breath.

"What was that?"

She glanced to Devon and smiled, "I said sure, lets' go." She stood and grabbed her towel and Face's shorts in the same motion then took Devon's offered hand and headed off towards the other side of the ship where there was a small outdoor eating area.

Once he'd been given a towel, Face got out of the pool, but by that point he couldn't spot Charissa, so he just looked for his trunks. Upon realizing they were gone, he sighed, sat down in a chair, and just decided to relax.

Murdock cast a shadow over him.

"Would you mind moving?" Face snapped. "You're ruining my tan."

"El Diablo went to go eat with her Bonafied Suitor." Murdock drawled, like one of the children in O Brother, Where Art Thou? "You might wanna hurry up an' catch her."

As they made their way to the hamburger like stand, Charissa tossed her towel and Face's shorts down one of the chutes located here and there on the upper decks for guests to get rid of their dirty towels. She felt right pleased with herself as she ordered a burger and fries and settled, laughing and still despite his… funny ways enjoying Devon's company.

"No." Face grinned at him, "I have a better idea. You got back into the kitchens, right?"

"Uh-huh. What you got in mind, Faceman?"

"Lemme share my own secret recipe..."

Uh-oh, what could the Faceman be up to?

To find out check in tomorrow night!

:)