Don't panic people...

And another thing - sorry about the way I write; more description than speech, I don't do it all the time...so bare with me.

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Maureen quietly clambered onto the deck of the Antonia Graza with the help of her husband who closely followed behind her. The rough surface caused her feet to crunch on the deck and she came to a halt -flagging her arms down irritably to hush herself, she waited for someone to come through the door -but no one came, and she signalled the others to follow. Greer was the last to climb on deck, he tightly clutched a crowbar in one hand. Maureen was already ahead of them and was gradually opening a rusty door. The heartache she felt made her blind as she found herself walking through the hall without checking in any direction, she heard her crew dragging their feet and she was surprised to find she didn't care. Her mind was only on her daughter and her whereabouts. A chill crept down her spine as she walked by the infamous Francesca poster, and she imagined Greer's reaction would be the same too. She felt someone grab her hand and assumed it was Dodge. "Okay you guys I was' thinking we should split up."

"No." They finished in unison. Maureen nodded and continued on down a corridor with the rest following behind, she heard Munder mumble. "It hasn't changed much."

"Hey as long as don't have to pull your stinking carcass onto the right floor then I don't care."

Maureen had her wits about her as she quickly turned the corner shining her torch up ahead, she felt like the others had held their breath as she did. "Clear." They exhaled together and proceeded down to the bottom.

Suddenly an eerie whistle rung out from the bow of the ship, and she heard the others come to a dramatic halt behind her, Epps turned towards Dodge who was looking slightly unnerved, she felt like she had nothing to reassure him or the others. "Okay, lets go that way." Maureen indicated back where they had came with her light.

Her boots hardly made a sound when walking along the rusted iron flooring, but her breath was audible -and came out in faint wisps. The mist from her breath cleared and a door came into sight at the bottom of the hall - Ah...that chill again down the spine, this quest seems too easy. It pissed her off slightly at how easy the situation was becoming -Something must be wrong. Not too soon had she thought this, Santos came out with. "It's too quiet, isn't something supposed to happen by now?"

Maureen had a hunch someone was waiting behind the door, and boy did she feel ready - She signalled the others to press on with her ahead, her feet non -hesitantly padded along the floor, her arm extended in front of her, her hand hit the cold brass of the handle - she turned it...

Her eyes fluttered open, she was staring at her bedroom ceiling on the Arctic Warrior 2. She wiped non existent tears from her eyes and groggily made her way out, she heard murmuring of a conversation going on above her.

... "Hey that was one Christmas party I'll remember."

"Yeah it was pretty special, the whole gang...those Swedish girls." (APE NOISES) "Like an office party really but with water...and...err...body shots." Maureen heard a few sniggers as she made her way upstairs. When she reached the top the room fell silent.

"What's a matter, embarrassed?" She commented with a sly smirk. Her husband cheeks tinted slightly. "You know you never really told me about the whole Helga and Vanessa incident..."

"Aaa...well you know honey it was all just a blur."

Maureen raised her eyebrows. "Not a minute ago it wasn't." Mike coughed uneasily and made his way into the mini-helm, while everyone else observed him with cheesy grins smeared across their faces.

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"You've gone quiet." Jack was slumped in a couch looking across at the girl at the bar. Her head was facing the porthole, as if she was deliberately avoiding him. A smile came to his features, he was breaking her down, she was becoming slightly fragile - but only slightly, her will power had so many layers he couldn't possibly leave her a blubbering wreck. For about 10 minutes or so he had probed her with questions about her past, and after a few... he sensed a hidden tormented fear and anger buried under the surface of her strained answers. He guessed it was a toned down version of losing the will to live, and he didn't know weather to stop - or keep going to make her suffer. Then again she might start ...crying.

"What do you think your parents are doing right now?" Jack propped his feet up upon a coffee table in front of him.

"Must you go on, I know your punishing my parents by keeping me here, for no apparent reason."

"I gave them their lives, you were the thing your mum dumped to save everyone else." The corner of his mouth twinged. "Be thankful."

"Just stop it!" Catrina banged on the bar with her fist, her head went down next - she could feel herself crying. How could he be so heartless she thought, this was supposed to be a sorry drink not a further beating when you're down sort of thing. Catrina reflected on how nice he was in the first 5 minutes, then suddenly the atmosphere deteriorated. She sucked in her breath and lifted her head off the bar and turned towards him her emerald eyes bright. "So tell me about your parents?" Jack looked slightly taken aback, and she sort of marvelled at the punched in the chest look on him, not dwelling on if she was digging too deep.

"What, what, what the fuck...?!" All Jack could get out, dare she ask. He put his whiskey glass on the table. "Woman you did not just ask me that?" Catrina sat back slightly, worried he was going to leap across the coffee table and pounce on her.

"Hey so you can ask me, but I can't ask you?" She shrieked standing up.

"Kid do you seriously go around asking?"

"NO...but you asked me." Jump behind the bar and cower, wait-NO "Don't call me kid, I'm not a kid, and your not my Dad!"

Jack settled down, and took a drag from his cigarette. "Let's just leave it." After a few sighs and seconds of silence. Catrina found herself crossing the room towards him to sit on the couch. He only looked up when she was about to sit sown. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Catrina was half way down, and she turned to look at him,

"Oh dear he's fell out with me."

"No it's not that...all this sexual tension has made me kind of horny." He finished, Catrina's look of disgust caused him to charmingly sneer.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I would, but I won't ." Jack stubbed out his end on the table. (hehe his end). He didn't know why he had bothered, every single thing he would throw out of his mouth to dampen out the vibe kept being thrown back at him with a more intense rush of energy, sexual energy that is. He knew the one thing that kind of turned him off was blubbering - but that didn't happen, then he thought yelling abuse at her would bring out the hatred he felt towards her - then she would kind of turn all angry and cute, which made his loins sing. He brought his attention to her once more to find her staring off into space, and he craved to know what she was exactly thinking.

Catrina had a ray of things going through her mind, why was she sitting on the couch, what was he going to do with his hands empty. At the time his cigarette kept him sort of occupied from him touching her.

Damn, she felt all stiff and in the need of a good stretch, she quickly glanced at Jack, his eyes were closed, and he looked fairly peaceful. She thought she might-as-well go. She pulled herself up, denying herself a stretch, and began to make her way out cautiously.

"Sit back down."

"I, I thought you were done with me." Catrina had her hand on the door knob.

"Care to rephrase that." She could just imagine the plastered smirk on his face. Not daring to disobey him, she dragged her feet back to the couch and eyed him while plonking herself down. His skin had gone slightly paler...than usual, she saw his Adam's apple jerk in his throat as he swallowed - something didn't feel right. His lips formed the words. "Just try and go to sleep."

Not to sure she felt like it, she brought her feet up (so they were in between her and Jack) and curled up into a ball, Catrina closed her eyes. Silence followed for another 2 minutes. 'Damn- this is cosy...okay I'll just rest my eyes for a bit then sneak out later.'

Katie was sitting in front of her now reading her what sounded like a bed-time story. "Katie what are you doing?."

"Just relax deary...free your mind, escape your conscience, your in the land of nod."

"I'm not asleep, I'm just resting my eyes." Catrina replied rather groggily.

"Hu...sure you are, doesn't matter anyway...your safe, it's just you and me on cloud nine." Catrina quirked her eyebrow. "What's wrong... don't you trust me?" Katie questioned putting down her book.

"No it's not that, it's just if I'm dreaming you...how come it's weirdly."

"All dreams are weird deary." Katie leaned forward and stroked her hair. "Just focus on me, and only me...your not in any danger...none what so ever." Catrina's lips twinged with a warm relaxed smile. Suddenly a gush of air blew over her, she looked up at Katie questioningly and unable to speak, Katie was glancing away from her...her eyes returned to Catrina's once more. "Nothing to worry about." She sensed something was not quite right and tried to pull out of her calm mode, she tempted to turn her head, but was greeted by Katie's hand which she used to guide her back to focus on her.

Catrina found her voice and whispered gently "What's going on?" A cold finger had started to work it's way up her leg, it felt like a threat - an invasion of her womanhood as it passed her knee. Just before she could lift her hand up to push the harassing finger away -Katie grabbed hold of her arm rather cruelly.

"This is serious now Katie let go of my arm!" She couldn't think why she was doing this, taking away her sense of security, preventing her from protecting herself. Katie during their struggle had decided to sit on her chest. "Get off me!"

The little English girl shook her head. "Just let him touch you."

"No I won't allow it!" Catrina shrieked, on the brink of tears. She heard distant sniggering and wished to slap who ever was doing it. A rush of air rushed past her face - she was spinning, then she wasn't. Her foot clipped something rather sharply and she yelped. Katie was now holding a knife to her throat, she didn't dare twitch or swallow, fearing the skin on her neck might graze the blade. Catrina didn't know how she could concentrate on anything else besides the knife, but she noticed a very smug looking Francesca leering at her above Katie's shoulder.

Francesca egged Katie on. "Slice ze bitch, go on, slice ze bitch." And with that Katie smiled more sinisterly and grappled Cat's hair to bring her closer.

"Please don't do this." Was all Catrina could say. "I'm your friend, don't listen to Francesca she has never liked me."

"Francesca is my new friend now -we have more in common, death." Fran placed a hand on Kate's shoulder. "But I guess you could join us...there's plenty of room for the dead... And I don't think Jack'll mind shagging a corpse." The blade pressed into a throat and pierced the thin layer of pale skin, Catrina screamed in terror, expecting pain as she thrashed around. Her hand came up to pull away the blade to prevent it sinking any deeper...Katie faded away and was replaced with Jack clutching her wrists.

"Woah calm down." Jack exclaimed.

"I'm dieing...I'm dieing!!!" She was yelping like a mad woman, and being heavily restrained.

"You're not dieing."

"W...where's the knife?"

"Knife?!"

"The blood..." Catrina felt her neck urgently still eyeing the floor for the blade. Jack reached for her head and pushed it back slightly to stretch her neck skin, Catrina shuddered when she felt him trace his finger down her windpipe. Jack who had seen many throats in his life - at that moment in time thought how it was the softness neck he had ever felt. He reluctantly withdrew his finger after the examination with a disgruntled look upon his features.

"You woke me up for this?"

Catrina shuffled further away on the couch. "I'm sorry...I I had a nightmare." She felt awkward and indecent all of a sudden.

"Was I in it?"

"No."

"Then it wasn't a nightmare...Goodnight." Covers materialised out of thin air and fell upon Jack as he settled back down. "Now don't wake me unless your actually being murdered, I hate being awake with you around - means I have to fight off my ere..."Jack fell silent - he didn't want to reveal too much.'Why on earth did I ask her to stay...when I knew I would get like this?' his eyes became slits as he shut Catrina out of his mind.

It wasn't Catrina's fault she was so pretty, wasn't her fault she had stayed, wasn't her fault that Jack had deliberately touched her up in her sleep.

Not wanting to stay any longer and provoke any bad dreams, or Jack's misbehaviour - she pushed herself up and crept out of the room and down the hall to her room. As she came through the door she let out a squeak as Francesca wispy form eyed her from the bed. "Yes?" Still weary about the events of her dream.

Francesca silently leaned and fell back on the covers, an irritated sigh escaped her dead lips. "Please tell me you haven't."

"How can he? ...I would be dead wouldn't I?...And what makes you think I would go ahead with it?" Catrina wrapped her arms around her - protecting herself from the cold. An uneasy look snuck across her features.

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Sorry took so long, sorry so short. R&R