"Where are you taking me?"

"To the lower decks my love." He gripped her hand tightly as he strode down the many stairways and corridors. Catrina relentlessly tottered along behind him, when she stumbled he would always pause and be there - ready to catch her, and she would hop up suddenly when his hand grazed her back, even a quick recovery still felt awkward and she would shyly slip away from his helping hands. They turned into a gap in a wall which revealed a narrow staircase going down into a drippy cavern. Jack was already ahead of her so he had to abruptly stop when he still felt her lingering on the top step. He looked up at her silhouette, he could just make out within the dim light her bright green eyes staring fearfully into the abyss. "Don't worry I'm here."

"That's what I'm afraid of." She mumbled as she accepted his clawing hands. Their feet clattered down the stairs, and Catrina shrieked as her last few steps sank under 15 inches of water, she didn't know when the stairs officially ended and she stalled in panic when Jack's body began to move further away still holding her hand. "Jack." He looked back up at her - smiled, then brought an arm just under her butt and lifted her out the water. Catrina felt 10ft tall as she balanced near his shoulder, no one had ever carried her like this before, and she didn't like the idea of her hip being so close to his face. Jack was having a very hard time himself, soon as he had done it -he realised it was a bad idea, cause he was overcome with both dread and desire - shit she smells good. Jack's hand which was clasped around her thigh picked up a shudder from her body and he began to do breathing exercises to stop himself molesting the poor girl.

"Why is there so much water...we're not sinking are we?" Catrina dipped her head as they passed under some piping.

"The ship's fine, this is just water that hasn't been cleared away."

"Why the hell are we down here."

"You'll see."

They passed many massive pipes, Jack dramatically stopped in front of an iron door - to Catrina's amazement the door swung open by itself and lead to another stairway which looked completely dry compared to the rest of the ship. It seemed like an endless journey through the bow of the ship, she didn't know where she was going or what awaited her. Was this some kind of a trick...who knows? Her mind was oblivious to him being the type to conduct themselves sexually in an icky environment...though he was a very creepy person. She tried her best to drive these frightening thoughts out of her head by commentating. "I think I just saw a rat...or maybe just a very large looking mouse, ooo another rusty wall -nice -this ceiling is very low...either I'm getting taller or your getting taller...I'm going to bump my head any minute now." Catrina nervously glanced downward at Jack's face which was facing straight ahead, he had a grave look and his lips were pursed as he walked on ahead. 'Damn he's ignoring me...I'm going to die or be helplessly...done over.' "- Okay - I think your 6ft and I'm 5'ft something...what d'you say?" -silence- "And here's another wall..."

"-I'm not going to rape you." Jack said out of the blue, he turned his head slightly so he could have a clear view of her head.

Catrina sucked in sharply. "I never said you where going to."

"Yeah...but you were thinking it." His blue pearl drop eyes narrowed on her as she stared right back, she felt terror-struck and angered.

"Stay out of my head, this is the only privacy I've got left." She caught Jack huff out a laugh and flash his pearly whites.

"Don't worry I only hear snippets, your mind is like a radio - every now and then I reach a clear frequency and pick up a little voice."

"Well don't tune in, how would you feel if I was inside your head." Catrina felt an uneasiness about Jack after she had said this. 'Oh how little she knew.' He placed her down on the metal grills of the floor and guided her into a room with a high ceiling. A rusty old fashioned car sat in the corner, her eyes went straight to it, and Jack noticing her interest and bemusement, grinned. Her head dipped to the side.

"-So this is what you wanted to show me?"

"Err...no." He strutted into a smaller room and kicked open a crate. "This is what I wanted to show you." She came through the small doorway cautiously and stared in disbelief at what she saw, about 40 bricks of gold sat snug in a box and by the looks of the similar crates nearby - there were more.

"So the gold really does exist." Her hands brushed over the invaluable cold bars. "I've never seen so much in my life. Damn...I'm surprised you haven't bought a mansion and a dozen cars." Jack smiled evilly as she picked up one of the bars. Her eyes sparkled at the beauty of the object in her hand, and alas it wasn't hers and worst of all people had been killed over it -she slammed it back down in the crate, and Jack jumped in surprise.

"Are you trying to bedazzle me into greed so you can kill me." She exclaimed, trying to come across sharply but ended up shrieking.

Jack skulked over to the wall and leaned against it with his arms folded "Actually bedazzle you into admiring me, every girl likes money."

"Don't you need diamonds for that - wait...no, do you really think I would like this, do you really think this will turn me on?!"

"What!" He pushed himself off the wall glaring. "I am not trying to turn you on...what's the point in doing that, I can't do anything!"

"Apart from fucking people and killing them."

That had been the last straw, he could feel this deep anger raising, and a deep desire to hurt - At moments like these where a woman didn't know her place...it was like wild fire. "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" To Catrina's horror he pushed hard against her - the force threw her body brutally across the room and into a rusting wall. He was shocked at what he had done but didn't let it interfere with his anger and lust to hurt.

Catrina was in absolute agony and to top it all off the dread that filled her up was sickening, for the first time she had experienced his true wrath- his true nature, and she prayed there wasn't anymore. Her watering eyes looked up through some of her hair which had been thrown in front of her face. Jack was breathing heavily, his nostrils were flared, and his eyes were cold.

"Listen Bitch - Do you think I like my job...well yes actually I do, I love it, but sometimes things get in my way, and when this happens I have to get rid of them and do what I have to do, and mark my words, I will have you by the end of this week. But don't you dare go fucking criticising." He softened up a bit, trying to make himself less frightening so she wouldn't pull away from his assistance. "Now come." He offered her a hand...which she didn't take as he had expected. "Fine." Jack spat, and he stormed out - as he did he pushed on a hook which dangled on a chain so forcefully it clattered heavily on the ceiling. She flinched at the bang, and tried to stand up but soon as she tried to move - she found she couldn't feel her arm attached to her body, but a huge searing pain remained.

"Catrina?" She heard Katie's voice a little distance away from her. Katie came in and noticed to her dismay a knocked about Catrina cradling her arm, she knelt at her side. "Oh my god what happened... did he strike you?!"

"Yes and no." Katie made to help her up but Catrina cringed. "No don't move me, I think I'll stay down here."

"You can't hide from him and anyway it's damp...you don't want to get sick again."

"I'd rather be sick than have a dislocated arm." She winced trying to massage it.

"What?!" Katie's hand shot to her shoulder, and the girl screamed in agony. "You mean he just pulled it out of your socket."

"No, he through me into a wall and it must of popped out."

"Ouch, I would never think of him doing that to you, well yes I would...but you."

"Well I guess I can't be safe all the time." Her smile was weak, and full of dread, she made another attempt to get up but squeaked in pain instead and sank back down. "Oh this is ridiculous I can't get up."

"I think I'll go fetch Jack."

Catrina eyes widened in surprise, a sensation like electricity shot through her spinal cord. "God no, don't do that, he'll...hurt me, I don't want him to think I need his help."

"But you do need his help, there's no need to be afraid of assistance, or is there something else?!"

Katie noticed her eyes go off to the side. "Nothing." Catrina heard her 'tut' disapprovingly. "Okay everything, being powerless...feeling intimidated." Her fears were just like that and so much more which she couldn't confess to, her emeralds focused on the British girl standing above her with her hands on her hips.

"Or you could be just plain stubborn."

"I'm not being stubborn."

Katie just looked at her unconvinced, then sighed. "Right then you won't mind if I leave, there's a bit of a do on upstairs -chow!"

"-Katie wait!-" She had already disappeared leaving Catrina sitting on her own, she winced as her arm seared with an intense pain. "God damn it!"

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Maureen was standing at the very front of the Arctic Warrior 2, the gentle sea breeze and the quiet lapping of the water at the sides was comforting - but made her think more about what's was going on in the real world, a similar feeling she had 20 years ago...when she remembered standing at the tip of her boat thinking, followed by a - 'Hey.'

Maureen jumped around in surprise, Dodge was making his way towards her on the bow with a cuppa coffee. "Hey y'alright?"

She gratefully took the cup out of his hands. "Thanks, it seems like a quite pleasant night." Out of the corner of her eye she saw her husband nod, before adding in. "For what could be happening right at this moment many miles away."

"Honey just stop, I think our daughter will be safe for now...you told me awhile back he's too scared to hurt her."

Maureen smiled weakly before sighing. "Yeah yeah your right." She snuggled her head into Dodge's chest as he pulled her in. Her head slid upwards to look at him - a saucy grin on her face. "Don't get any ideas."

"Why not?" He said rather childishly, looking down at his wife. "Nothing's stopping us?"

"Err...actually, yer there is...first of all we're outside in the cold.."

"-We can go inside?-"

"...Secondly, the bed is too small..."

"-We could lay a blanket down on the widest bit of floor-"

"...and thirdly I don't want that lot in there." Maureen indicated to the others sitting around the table inside. - "Listening or even watching us."

"Spoil sport."

Epps narrowed her eyes at him. "I am not! I'm not in the mood...how can you possibly think of sex at a time like this?!" Dodge just continued to grin at her, even though he was hurt slightly by the comment, he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked with rosy cheeks...especially when talking about the subject of sex.

"When I'm with you I always think about it." He received a punch in the arm. Maureen disappeared inside followed by Dodge, they were immediately greeted by the smell of cooked pastry. "Hmm something smells goood."

Greer's shiny head appeared over the top of the kitchen counter, a warm smile hitched on his face, a tray came into view loaded with muffins. Dodge couldn't help but snigger at the pink apron and his motherly appearance. "I didn't know you were taking care of us...err...Mrs Greer." Munder snorted as a half amused Greer walked to the table mouthing 'fuck you.'

"For those interested, I learned the recipe off my mother-in-law which is a strict family secret."

"What - that you talk to your mother-in-law." Santos murmured causing everyone to chuckle.

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A long leg stretched across the length of the bed - the other slightly bent, Jack had the top of his back and his head leaned up against the headboard. His arm was slightly extended from when he had previously thrown a dart at the opposite wall. He then brought a hand up which was curled up against his side and pressed it to his nose and mouth...something rested in his hand, it was small and woollen.

As a familiar smell reached his nostrils, everything left his mind and was replaced with a skitso daydream. A little girl was sitting on his chest - no older than 3, her small legs were bent up and her chin rested on her knees, her green eyes looked at him curiously from under her gingery fringe. A confused expression passed across his face followed by an evil smile, the girl immediately coward from him and slunk off the bed dragging her bottom across his body as she did. Soon as the girl's feet touched the floor, she awkwardly wobbled on her skinny legs and was about to fall back when Jack's hand came to back of her neck to support her -he was amazed at how small she was. He knew almost instantly it was Catrina as the little girl's body grew slightly taller and her feet morphed roller blades. She skated over to the foot of the bed, and clung onto the railings looking at Jack. Catrina slipped slightly and she disappeared from view. For that one moment when she disappeared he took the woollen glove from his face and put it back on the bed. The room seemed to darken as he stared at the dart stuck in the opposite wall, he inhaled a deep breathe and exhaled condensated steam which glowed eerily - he could feel his natural body temperature coming back to him - his true essence which was beyond the body he had kept from his original life, beyond human, beautiful almost but sinisterly deadly. To be one of Satan's servants had its' many disadvantages, such as the constant reminder of their past life, the echo of death - especially of other people, the very souls he had imprisoned -he could hear the whispers from his quota. A smoky skull shape hovered in front of his face, his eyes glowed magnificently, and also the signature symbol glowed red on his right hand. 'Oh bollocks not another recount.' Jack thought as his head slid down from the headboard, his back arched against the covers as he felt a demonic presence in the room sifting through his quota. He watched the end of the bed as a pair of green eyes peered over the duvet, fingers followed over the duvet - with fingernails painted black. He was surprised to find his daydream mingling with a real situation.

Catrina pulled herself up, her hair was jet black, her clothes gothic - she had a purple tank top with a pentagram on, black denim skirt, black tights with purple spiders on them, and a leather jacket draped over her. Jack looked her up and down in shock - she was hot, but looked a bit young, 13 maybe. He remembered a time when he popped back to Boston to check on her, and found he couldn't find her - now he knew why. Jack felt a huge jolt and Catrina disappeared, he was brought back to reality and found the demonic essence had gone, and a wispy number was hovering above his hand. '986'

His body straightened, and he stood up without pushing, he made his way to Catrina's room thinking 'Maybe she's learnt her lesson now.' Which was the best way to hide a tiny trace of humanitarian guilt, he wasn't the type of guy to say sorry. Jack turned into the doorway of her room to find it empty and cold. His first thought was had she escaped - then he closed his eyes to locate her...nothing precise, only spark in a dark room. Katie passed through the wall opposite to go through another, but she was immediately grabbed by Jack, she almost soiled herself.

"Where's Catrina?!" He turned her to face him, when she didn't respond he shook her protoplasm form violently. "Well?"

Her eyes were round - she stuttered. "The s-s-same place you l-left her b-b-before."

He dropped her and she fell though the floor, Jack dematerialised to the second mail room. He reappeared in front of Catrina, her head looked clammy and it was drooping to her chest. He kneeled down beside her, her head rolled back up and she looked at him fearfully. "Catrina you gonna get sick again...why are you still down hear you silly girl." He grabbed her arm and put it around his shoulder -but to his bad luck he had chosen the bad one, she screamed in pain and he immediately dropped her in surprise. He looked back down at her and noticed she was clutching her arm. "What is it?"

"M-my arm is dislocated."

Jack shuddered...had he done that? He thought. "What's caused that then?"

Catrina looked at him bewildered. "How can you act like nothing happened you monster...you threw me into a wall!" She winced when her arm panged. "You have a bad temper."

"So do you...sorta, anyway your arm please." He motioned towards her and she shook her head nervously. "I need to pop it." Without waiting for her response he moved quickly and pushed her down onto the floor. Her mind was racing she couldn't keep up with what he was doing, so she struggled against him with one arm.

"Jack don't it'll hurt."

"I know it will...that's why I'm holding you down and..." He unbuckled his belt, as he did this Catrina's heart leapt into her mouth horrified, and just a little... "Here bite this." Jack shoved his belt into her mouth, - 'Oh my god it's gonna really hurt' He took one last glance at her face, and sighed - he leaned far forward like he was lying on top of her, his face was beside hers and he was holding the top of her shoulder and her elbow. CRACK. In a split second Catrina felt an absolute hot sharp pain followed by soreness, her teeth nearly pierced his belt, and it creaked at the compression. The last thing going through Jack's mind was how erotic the situation was, he couldn't think of what came next...it would be polite to stand up, offer her his hand and escort her where she wanted. But the predicament had seemed to have changed his mind, he had no belt on, she was currently gagged, and he was lying on top of her. Not to mention she will probably be very grateful for fixing her arm...very grateful.

Catrina sensed the awkwardness of the situation and murmured through the belt. "Can you get off me now." Well that fantasy lasted long. And as much as he would of loved her to offer him the 'chance'-there would have been dire consequences. He moodily got up and stood up over her, she was slowly pushing herself up, wearily glancing at his intimidating form above her - at times like these she felt like whimpering, but surely he would get pleasure from that, so she would put a brave face on. Jack was observing her with a trained eye -his head lazily leaning back slightly.

Catrina piped up avoiding his gaze. "Are we going to go somewhere Jack or what."

"Sure." His reply came out as a whisper, which sounded more creepy than innocent. "After you." He seized her arm and guided her forwards out the door - this time she will have to walk herself through the water, since carrying her will increase his hunger for pain and intimacy. He thought as he made his way down the corridor with her; will there ever be a time where they will be in the same room for over 20 minutes without yelling at or harming each other...nah- probably not. Anger surged through his veins and bore in his eyes, he felt like ripping her to pieces or nibbling on her tender flesh, but once again he couldn't, and the best way to deal with it is to blame her and take it out on her. If it got to out of hand he thought at least he could use his promotion against her and satisfy himself while killing her in the process, he smiled a rueful smile which then faded when he heard an 'OUCH!'

Catrina rubbed her arm fiercely. "Jack don't grip so hard." He stared after her as she walked on ahead...he could tell she was desperately trying to avoid him.

She scurried upstairs hoping to put a distance between them. Even though her tiny tiny crush had chipped down her hatred, it had heightened her fear of him...she was scared of herself in his presence. Jack voice reached out to her again. "Not so fast Cat."

"Just leave me alone."

"No Catrina...I can't leave you alone, you are my responsibility, not in the protective way, but more like keeping you in check." She stopped abruptly, it felt hurtful to feel used.

-"You haven't even thanked me for popping your arm." Jack's eyes softened as she turned while tipping her head, her innocence was never hidden, especially when wearing that nightdress. Her childlike voice caused his heart to temporarily stop, and he felt slightly angered he felt that way.

"What?!...But Jack you caused the accident, I haven't even heard an apology yet."

Catrina couldn't believe he was still blanking out the harm he had done. He smiled charmingly at her. "If that's all it takes for you to throw your arms around me, and maybe have a little drink then...I'm sorry." Jack had forced it out, even after he said it he knew it sounded bland and cocky, it was a big mistake. 'Shit' Catrina had given him a 'You jerk' look and marched off down the hall. He growled irritably and followed with a storm above his head. "I'm sorry!" He called through grit teeth, he shook his head - this was going to be harder than he thought, it had to be so different with Catrina -since she wasn't a slut he would have to mean his apologies -and actually use his mind and voice. Jack dematerialised and appeared in front of her, causing a 'Woh.' To irrupt from her small mouth - not to mention kissable.

"Can you stop with the appearing." Waving her arms flagrantly but keeping her guard on.

"Look...for some reason I'm having trouble lying to you, so when I say I'm sorry, I mean I'm sorry." Catrina tried to walk by him, but walked into his arm which was extended to the opposite wall to make a barrier, she ducked to go under, but he was ready for her and he stuck his leg out. She whined slightly - knowing there was going to be a scuffle. Jack swapped his arms around when making the barrier to tease and confuse her as she tried to squeeze through, and she ended up in a comical position with her waist locked between his arm and leg which were currently making the barrier. She grumbled in defeat.

"I haven't got a choice have I?"

He smiled his white cocky grin. "Nope."

"Well you're forgiven, and thank you for popping my arm."

"Great now gimme a hug."

"Uh uh."

Jack laughed half heartedly and dragged her down the corridor, Catrina meanwhile contemplated how much she feared and loathed him, then her heart suddenly fluttered when he hooked his arm through hers.

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"Full speed ahead ." Maureen called upstairs, Santos pushed a lever forwards which throttled Arctic Warrior 2 faster across the waves. Dodge was sitting at the table looking over maps with Murphy.

"Arrmen...this is going to take ages. We've been stuck in the same God-damn spot all this time." Dodge's remorse caused his compass' point to sink through the paper and into the solid wood of the table. Maureen rounded her husband with an arm around his waist, trying to calm him.

"How long is it going to take Dad?" Murphy stared at the map unsure how to tell his daughter. His finger remained where they were on the map-, he sighed. "I don't know... 2 weeks, but we're still not even sure if the Antonia Graza is in the Bering sea." Murphy voice was beyond reassuring, and all he could do was stare into a pair of heartbroken faces, he felt guilty that he couldn't make any promises, he felt shit that he couldn't step forward and take care of everything for them. Jack had put a lot of work into screwing up peoples lives, and he had done it successfully with no remorse, his granddaughter was with Jack right now doing who-knows-what to torment her, and he was helpless...and he could see it in Maureen and Dodges eyes that they felt the same way too.

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Catrina was sitting at the bar with Jack, he was pouring out an orangey liquid. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand looking suspiciously at him. "Is that...whiskey?"

Jack beforehand had considered giving her coke, but had a sudden urge to give her something stronger in order to have the pleasure of watching her squirm at the taste and the after affect. By the look of her she might have never drunk in her life. He caught himself off guard sniggering, and had to calm himself before Catrina looked disturbed. Too late.

"What's so funny?"

Jack raised his head and looked upon her with a plain face which he could do very well. "Nothing... just imagining what you would look like drunk?"

"Probably the same as you." Her finger had began to swirl in the orange liquid. "Dangerous and always laughing when not necessary."

"And you would know that would you?" He poured himself a glass - a full glass. "Well Cat, you would be wrong, I don't get drunk, my system doesn't allow it - so nothing happens." He knocked back his full glass of whiskey while observing her over his glass with a keen eye, he never cringed or pulled a face as he brought the glass from his lips and settled it down opposite hers. Catrina hated challenges she knew she couldn't win, she had no chance against him. The whiskey was beginning to burn her finger and she withdrew her finger from the glass, and used it to push away from her.

"You haven't even tried it yet?" He said in a high mocking tone.

"I don't have to, I already know it's gonna burn my throat as it goes down and make me go yack."

"It's alcohol...that's what it does kid, come on just take a sip." A sudden jerky movement he made on his stool to shuffle towards her caused her to stiffen then hesitantly move her hand off the table, Jack noticing her change in body language - knew he was sitting to close, so he turned slightly towards the bar, and placed his nikies' on the foot bar, he glanced sideways to notice to his 'non'-surprise; her hand was back on the table. "Surely you must have drunk alcohol before."

"Oh yes I have, but not whiskey, I find whiskey a drink for the depressed, like those lonely guys in bars, drowning themselves in drink, and slurring on about their problems to the barmaid or some random guy sitting next to them." When she had finished she looked back at Jack to see him staring at her intently, Catrina could actually feel him trying to sift through her mind, and she pulled herself out of his eyes. "What are you trying to see."

"You." He said plainly, he then indicated to the whiskey.

"No thanks."

"Do you smoke?"

"No...you?"

Catrina watched his hand disappear into his coat pocket, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and put them onto the table. No sooner had he put the packet down, he had got one out and put it in his mouth, and was lighting it.

Catrina couldn't help but stare, they way he smoked was so hypnotic, but she thought nigatine was so disgusting. "Right that's another thing I'm going to write on the things I hate about Jack list."

Jack grinned with the cig still between his lips.

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Sorry I took so long I've been on holiday.