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Dodge was having a run through the kitchen, draws where being opened and shut left - right, and centre. One draw he came across squeaked as it moved along the slider and he cringed. "Aa..."

"Hey Maureen we might have to oil-" His eyes fell on the silver heart locket, he recognised it as the pendant which Maureen had wore on their wedding day. He scooped it up. "Maureen come 'ere and take a look at this." Santos head popped up from the stairwell.

"Hey man she won't hear you, she's outside in the rain." Dodge took a gander out through the glass and onto the deck. He was right, she was standing in the rain in her trench coat, looking south. He tapped on the window.

Catrina's head popped around the side of the kitchen cupboard, at the same time her hand slid across the floor to balance her current position which ended up slipping through some stale gunk. "Eew." She wiped it on her skirt and pulled her body upright so she was completely hidden behind the cupboard. She stiffened when she heard the door creak behind her. There was a giggle followed by a pale hand suddenly coming from around the corner and grabbing Cat's shoulder. "Gotcha." Katie jeered.

"Damn, when am I going to win." She gave an exaggerated pout as she very -unlady like got up.

"Probably when you have the capability of sticking you protoplasmic head through ceilings and walls."

Catrina tied her redy-brown hair back. "Alright smarty pants." It had already occurred to her they were too old to be playing this game. "5 out of 6".

"Only if you get Franny to join in." Katie observed Catrina features drop from a smiley exterior to a look of dread. "Oh come on she isn't that bad."

Catrina shrugged her shoulders, she knew there wasn't any harm letting Katie's new friend play, but knowing Fran was looking around for her for entertainment she found quite iffy. 'Come to think of that she already does that.'

Katie smiled knowing exactly what her companion was thinking, she was immediately pulled out of thought when she felt the sensation of a new soul entering the pack, or something tiltering on the rim of a quota cup. The smell of new born death was in the air and she prayed to God that Catrina couldn't feel it too, or not see the ceiling tiles shaking. Unfortunately Cat was looking at the ceiling, with a totally different look of dread with sickly green cheeks. Kate was sure Catrina could hear the screams, that was probably because there were audible screams. Her eye level came down to meet Katie's once more.

Her voice was but a whisper. "He's done it again hasn't he." Katie regretfully nodded. "Poor woman." She had shrunk herself down to the frightened self where she would wrap her arms around herself, and coyly look at her feet. It almost brought her to tears knowing that while she had been dallying, a girl had been murdered in a sexually explicit way. Jack had won that round, had she been aware he was at his little games again, she would of come crashing into the room and separate the ...she thought of a word 'intercoursing coupling', that made her laugh, but she pulled herself together realising how serious the situation was.

Katie pitifully stared at her, she was off on one her day dreams again. "A-hem."

Catrina jumped causing her spaghetti strap to slip off of her shoulder. "I'll go hide shall I?"

"You're a ghost, it's easier for you." Before the argument even commenced Katie had already whizzed down the hall, and vanished. Catrina abruptly closed her mouth so she didn't resemble a cod fish. The game had begun again, and she was already bored...and very depressed; another murder, sleepless nights...and she had begun to have vivid dreams of Jack half drowning her in a bath of blood then trying to rape her, she shuddered, luckily she would always wake up before his boxers came down, sadly. She broke into a horrified stare 'Oh shit I was disappointed I didn't see his love stick.' She gasped this time. 'Uek...since when did I use the term love stick, ...huh and where would the love reside exactly.' Catrina came to the conclusion she had finally snapped.

"I sink you've gone mad." A drawling voice said, Francesca had faded into view. "You are staring and gasping aza empty space."

Catrina eyed her defensively. "You haven't driven me to edge yet." She said folding her arms trying to look tough. "I was remembering." The Italian woman simply clucked her tongue and floated towards her, but not invading her personal space, Catrina uncrossed her arms and adjusted her spaghetti strap.

"You may sink you are a big gurl now, but you a still afraid of ze whole world that 'evolves azound you." Catrina hadn't expected for her to come out with something as random as that, and had nothing to say on it. She saw Fran fade slightly, and distinctly felt her spiral her cold protoplasm around her, her red lips inches from her ear. "Your wallz are showing cracks." Catrina quivered she didn't turn her face to meet Fran's. "In coming." Frans had disappeared leaving her with those words as she had left a chill in the air.

"What?" It came clear when Jack walked around the corner, he was buttoning up his shirt not paying attention to where he as going. Catrina felt all she needed to do was stand dead still and wait for her legs to start working. He looked up last minute to see a girl looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Catrina." He didn't physically say it but she noticed it played on his lips, and his usually cold sadistic eyes had hints of warmth in them, which looked completely alien. He grunted or more like cleared his throat as he finished doing up his last button. "How long have you been standing there."

"Long enough.". She wanted to pretend she didn't know, so she bolted. There will be no more awkward situations if she kept moving and Jack didn't stop her, he wasn't in the mood. She ran up a stairwell to her floor and rushed passed many ghosts until she came to her room, the door closed by itself before she could reach for it, Catrina calmed when Katie manifested in front of her outstretched hand on the door knob.

"Her name was Lily she was a Con-Artist, she's been to prison once and she married a bank robber."

"Oh". Catrina said and sat on the bed. "But I bet she has never killed anyone."

Katie shook her head. "She only stole".

"And that was her punishment." Her face contorted as if about to cry but she didn't and lay back on her bed. "How many more."

"Until the quotas full."

Catrina who had her hands pressed over her eyes, she had heard of this quota before. "How many souls?...left to go that is, not how many he's got already."

"Don't know...not many, it's pretty crowded." Katie closed her eyes. "I would say they are pretty lucky now."

Catrina quirked her eyebrow, and sat up appalled. "Sorry?"

Katie ashamed to say it cringed at the look on her face. "I mean the method isn't as terrible as it used to be." Catrina's expression had still not changed. "It's not a total slaughter, it's a little drainy thing."

"Any method used to extract a soul out of a living person is inhumane." She exclaimed her eyes wild, she flopped back down on the bed, her hair fanned across the duvet. "I'm not going to escape from this place, I don't want to, I can't bare to leave him doing his dirty work, I have to stop him some how."

"You don't think you're the only one that has tried, we've had demon slayers that have hunted him down and have fallen at the last hurdle." Katie did the blade across the throat sign with the sound affect.

"Wow, you mean like warriors, like Buffy?"

"What the bloody hell's a Buffy?"

"It's not a thing it's a fictional super hero girl that slays vampires and demons." Catrina exclaimed. "...From a tv show." She felt stupid adding that in.

"What kind of things do they show on tv nowadays?"

"Well it's a pretty old tv show now...but please tell me what they were really like...the demon slayers?"

Katie noticed Catrina's excitement, she thought it would be an ideal opportunity to take her mind of things. "Well it wasn't a girl for starters, it was a half human -half serpent thing, which didn't have any weapons at all, just a force field to repel items and persons away and into walls and such."

"Ooo…..similar to stuff seen on Buffy, and Harry Potter."

"Yes well, whatever." Katie not having a clue what these things were. "There was this rugged guy, he was human, he carried UV, silver, and gold bullets, not much good though."

"We're picking something up on radar." Santos was tapping the screen getting the others attention.

"Oooo is this it, is this it ….I'm ready, I'm ready man." Greer was jumping on the spot, punching air, while the others looked on in amusement.

"Erm, I don't think it is, we have another 400 hundred miles, I think it's a cruise liner, or a coast prowler."

"Oh man I was siked, I was in the mood for War." Murphy pulled Greer to his seat.

"How could any one look forward to War." It had been awhile since Munder had said anything. "I know I'm a big mocho man, but I need a plan and some serious ammo before I can stop feeling this ….unnerved."

"We have a plan, it involves dynamite." Murphy lifted the box up and dropped it. "And we have no intention of running in blindly, or hunting down Jack to lynch him, we were going to sneak Catrina off."

"Gotcha Cap, the old sneak on, sneak off, and light the fuse trick." Munder had a sarcastic tone, but Murphy hadn't picked up on that and walked out looking pleased he had settled something. "That is the perfect why to fight the good fight, and give the ultimate payback." Munder added half yelling after him.

"It's the next best thing." Maureen piped up, she knew full well she was going to get an earful.

"Why the hell did you reunite the whole gang for this mission if were not going to battle it out with the one thing that almost broke us apart!"

"You are going to battle it out, but with dynamite."

"-Not the same!"

Dodge stepped between the two of them. "Jack's a demon, you can't win with fists fights, and another thing don't you thing before this mission we were already broken apart, this is what has brought us together again!" Silence followed.

"…You know what you absolutely right, nothing has been gained, and we are going to lose it again."

"You can redeem yourself on 'it's' death, and we will have our daughter back, that's what's important, Munder." Dodge walked behind his wife and placed both hands firmly on her shoulder.

Catrina splashed her face with water from the basin, the room was cold so the moisture made it icy. She peered over at the cracked mirror on the dressing table, her pale face looked ghostly. The water made her feel clean, but her face wasn't the place she was worried about, she wanted a bath or a shower but there weren't any about, she hadn't bathed properly in weeks, she relied on the basin in her room with working taps with stale water. Catrina recalled her only moment of total freshness during capture was when she jumped over board, but she wasn't going to repeat that moment of madness.

She strolled into her bedroom in her underwear, her eyes went to the door that was closed, locked and barricaded, with a t -shirt hanging on the door knob covering the key-hole, for obvious reasons.

Her wardrobe which was now missing a door since she had used it to burn on deck one time, was running low on clothes, she had tried cleaning them herself, but the stale water and lack of warm air made it difficult to freshen fabric. Catrina selected a pea green jumper, and track suit bottoms and slipped into them as quickly as possible. She flicked her hair out of the jumper, her locks were dull but not greasy, they had been washed, but without shampoo just stale soap. She missed her coconut shampoo, and strawberry and kiwi shower gel, plus her trusty tin of Vaseline which she would apply to her under eyes and lips. Catrina brought herself back to the room, aha a hairbrush… the only mundane thing which was familiar to her was a hairbrush that sat on the dressing table. Wasn't her hairbrush, it was Katie's, but it was lent to her. Her hair untangled immediately with a stroke, and she felt totally pampered after a minute.

The door knob clicked and clunked harshly in the wood, Catrina's head snapped around. "It's locked." she called. The knob continued to twitch, and the t-shirt dropped from the ball onto the chair against the door. "I said it's locked!"

The sound that followed was a slight bang, followed by a second which lead to the door jutting out of the frame, the chair roared as it was pushed slightly across the boards. The third bang brought the door open, and sent the chair tipping. Jack was leaning on the door, in a position blatantly obvious that he had forced it open.

"I did say it was locked."

Jack looked up at her sternly. "Yeah well I knew you weren't going to unlock it." He broke into a smile, which went to his eyes...almost. "What were you doing?" it was almost like a cheeky question.

"Nothing I wanted privacy." She had a desire to smile back but reframed from doing so. "You know… how you like it sometimes."

He did a little ecstatic groan. "Oh yes, and you know how I like it." He did a little jerk into to the room, and hipped the door close. Catrina rolled her eyes, he was giving her dirty talk, Jack noticed this and slyly coiled his lip, he picked up the tipped over chair. "I better return this to its normal position….on all fours." Catrina waited. "Do you like it on all fours."

Catrina grumbled. "The chair yes, not as a sexual position!"

"Oooooo, you got it." Jack ruffled her hair, Catrina used her brush to wack him in the abdomen. "Ooo I like S and M." Catrina jumped out of her seat, and backed away.

"Stop it, stop it now, you have no need to do this."

Jack sat into to her seat. "I do have a need to do this, I need to get satisfaction one way or another."

"You should be more careful." She adjusted her jumper. "You don't understand the danger."

"I didn't know you cared."

"Not you, it's me I'm scared for, you're just the cause." She barged past him, the door was close, but she felt his hand grab her upper arm tightly, she was startled. "I'm only going to the kitchen."

"Oh, that's alright then." She heard his voice drawl out, Catrina made for the door again, and again she was stopped by the hand which was still clutching her arm. "Don't forget your place." He then squeezed her arm cruelly. "I should always leave the room first." He gave a little tug, and even though it wasn't forceful, it still sent her back speedily and caused her to be wonky on her feet. She watched him go through the door, he reached for the handle to close it behind him, he paused. "What I came here to say in the first place was don't go near the engine room or the post room because it totally flooded, due to a gash in the bow." It came out calmly.

"We're sinking!" Catrina freaked she didn't want to be in a sinking ship, it was one of the worst things that could happen apart from being in a fire. "What are we going to do?"

Jack alien blue eyes cut right through her. "Nothing." He closed door with no expression on his face, which left Catrina wondering if he was just trying to freak her out. She came out of her room to see Jack turning into his room.

"Is this some kind of a joke, if we sink…..we die!" She was calling in the direction of his room.

His voice was clear as bell as it responded through the wall. "I won't!"

"Do you want the ship to sink?"

"It's not going to sink Cat, I won't let it!"

Catrina breathed a sigh of relief. "What's the plan then…..are we going to land?" She hid the hopefulness from her voice.

"Salvagers, I will bring them to repair the ship."

Catrina knew this was a ploy for another massacre, as she remembered her mother and father were salvagers. "You're not killing them, you let them repair, then you let them go." She waltz down the corridor, there wasn't a response which unnerved her. "Hey, promise me you will let them go." No response. She knocked attentively. Oh he's not getting out of it that easily. "Jack are you listening?"

He couldn't possibly he would have to find some sinning salvagers, and have sex with them all. "Jack these salvagers are good people they don't need to be collected." She turned her head sideways to listen for a response, nothing. Her hand twisted the door knob, it was locked. Catrina sunk onto her knees and pressed her eye to the keyhole, she couldn't see movement, all she could make out was the edge of a bed, a lone chair and the porthole above it. He must have left already. She rushed back to her room and picked up a steel nail, she had never picked a 'door' lock before, but there was a first time for everything. The nail fit into the lock easily, she held the knob and frequently twisted it as she clunked and clicked about. The nail pressed against a spring, and the knob twisted fully around, just by tapping the door it swung open.

"So much stuff, so little time." Her voice was hitched up like a witches, and she wiggled her fingers evilly. Her eyes fell on a little box on a dressing table. "And what's in here." She fingered the lid up. There was a ball of paper, and a pendant, and with no surprise to Catrina, a small dagger. She picked up the pendant, it was a black stone surrounded by a coil of steel wire. She opened the paper ball to discover a birth certificate. Her eyes went straight to the date '12th April 1918.' Then she viewed the name with puzzlement Mary Anne O'Riley, the certificate was Irish. 'What in the world is he doing with this?' She folded the paper neatly and put it back into the box. She drew herself away from the dressing table, and investigated the wardrobe, there were clothes but nothing out of the ordinary. A cardboard box sat on the top of a shelf, which she pulled down. She found a personal cassette player, an empty bottle of tequila, and a year book. She didn't hesitate having a flick through that. The date '1953' was inscrolled in gold on the inside cover and was bound to be an interesting read. She looked through it page by page, trying to piece together something significant by looking up names, but it all seemed random.

Catrina couldn't find Mary Anne in the book, 'but then again why would she be in the book ,she would be to old to go to high school…But not if she was a teacher.' Her fingers flicked to the back of the book, she went through all the teachers, nothing. A new thought came into her mind. 'Don't be stupid Catrina, Mary is an Irish Citizen.' She closed the book and sat it in its box, her back rested on the bed post observing the box. 'Jack Ferriman.' She brought the book back onto her lap, and focused on the names on every page. There were Several Jacks but none Ferrimans. 'Silly Catrina, Ferriman is an Alias for ferryman, shipper of souls.' She flipped the pages like a pack of cards, and came across a very thick page which happened to be two pages stuck together. Catrina delicately prized them away from each other, her eyes came to rest on the name 'Jack O'Riley' and her capturers face stared right up at her.

'Oh my god, he's old…er than I thought, he's indestructible .' She was horrified, this was beyond her head, he wasn't just a soul collector, he had a life before this, many years before this, and his mother was Irish, and by her own calculations had scandalously at the time, given birth to Jack, aged 19. She brushed the image with her finger. With her mind locked in deep thought she didn't notice Katie floating in through the door.

"Nosy nosy." Catrina jumped as she looked up.

"Oh Katie thank god it's you." Catrina turned the book in the English girl's direction. "Look look, Jack aged 16, 1953." She poked the page with her digit.

"Yes I already knew."

"And you didn't tell me!"

"Sorry deary."

"So this ship is a 1960s….eer ship." Catrina said not quite believing it.

"Yep, pretty old." Katie responded unfazed. "Have you figured out the part where Jack's mother is Irish."

Catrina eyes almost glazed over. "Yeah, and I feel I know to much." Katie feeling slightly sorry for her, sat on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Well I wouldn't say you know everything." Katie chimed.

Catrina closed the book with a thump. "I have time."

"Actually I can't go into any more details, it's too stressful, and Bobby is nagging me." Catrina happened to glance up towards the door and notice a friendly looking steward's head looking at her. Katie continued. "He's a little over protective."

"Can you blame me?"

Santos had made the chair in the helm his home, his body was tugged snugly into a sleeping bag, and his head was drooping to one side, his hat pulled over his eyes. He stirred as someone creaked upstairs behind him. "I'm awake." He sat up knocking over a packet of potato chips.

"Yeah No shit." Santos smiled when he recognised Greer's voice

"Is it swap time already?"

"No no, you just relax, I came up to get away from Munder, he's bugging me." Greer cracked his neck, and sat in a chair alongside Santos. "It's just not the same as it use to be, it's like everyone's a stranger."

"Yeah I know what you mean bro, it's like I don't belong here, I feel like every time I walk in a room I'm ease dropping, or trespassing, especially with Murphy."

"Yeah I heard about you an' Murphy, you think he could just let it go."

"Yes." Santos said enthusiastically as if he had finally found someone who agreed with him. "Sure I was an Asshole in death, but I was pissed…..". There were more creaks on the stairs, and both of Santos and Greer hushed, and slump down as if hiding.

"Greer you up here." Munder's voice paused as if listening. "I didn't mean to sound so insensitive, it was just a damn question." There was a sigh and then retreating footsteps.

Santos looked over towards Greer. "What was that about?"

"He said something random, and I didn't like it, it might have been simple, but weird…..and well, all I can say is…..err…..it's not for me to answer." Greer picked up a potato chip of the floor and nibbled on it with distaste.

"You can't leave it at that, tell me what he said."

Greer shifted in his seat. "I'm not repeating it. If he asks you, you will know, and hopefully you will give him the same answer I did."

"Come on, if it was disturbing, I'll be used to it." He poked Greer's shoulder. "I'll confront Munder about it if you tell me."

Greer looked defeated. "Okay, he said…and these were his exact words, what do you think would be worse for Maureen and Mike, finding their daughter dead, or beaten and raped."

"Jesus."

"I know."

"That's fucked up." Santos stood up, and wizzed past Greer before he could say anything. "Hey Munder!"

Catrina and Katie stood looking down a stairwell that was filled with sea water. "I was down there a few days ago, now look at it."

Katie shuck her head. "Imagine those salvagers will clear this, and find a load of gold down there in the process."

"Oh fuck." She side glanced at Katie and covered her mouth. "Err sorry, pardon the language." Katie waved her hand as if to say it was okay. "I totally forgot about the gold, it will drive them insane with greed, it will make them stay….then they will be killed." Catrina took a step forward and half of her leg was engulfed in water, Katie grabbed her.

"What you doing, it's submerged, don't say it's driven you m-"

"No it hasn't, I need to dispose of it." Catrina grabbed a bar as she tread down the steps, and sunk even deeper into the cold water, her teeth chattered as it soaked through her clothes. " Damn me for forgetting it, I could have taken it days ago."

"You will drown…again"

"Not if I hold my breath very well, and find a good air pocket." She glanced into the dark murky depth, recalling the moment she drowned, it brought a lump to her throat. "If I'm quick, say bring it here brick by brick then…. I'll be….." She couldn't stop thinking about her death. "Oh mother." She sighed, she sucked in a load of air, and put her head under, she used the railings to pull and guide her down.

Katie shook her head dismayed. "Oh." Katie sunk through the railings into the water, and passed through Catrina at the bottom of the stairwell. Catrina was startled, and struggled to keep hold of her breath, she shot up, and luckily into an air pocket.

"Katie, you didn't have to follow, but thanks."

"My Aura has a glow, a great light source to help you find your way."

"That would be handy, lead the way." Catrina smiled, and halted Katie before she disappeared. "Bless you." Katie beamed, No literally she's a bloody ghost she glowed.

Catrina followed Katie who floated forward without swimming leading her through the water logged corridors, she frequently saw Katie look back with a look of concern to see if she was having difficulties, and Catrina would give her the thumbs up to not worry her. The truth was she was suffering; the cold water was stinging her face and eyes, she was running out of air, she kept floating to the ceiling and banging her head, and the strength in her arms were failing, and she had nothing to pull her forward, just debris that cluttered the hall. They turned a corner, Katie looked back for the tenth time, Catrina waved her hand in front of her face in distress, Katie looked about in panic…no air pockets.

To Catrina it was happening again the air was going, her lungs were failing, there was panic, her arms were all over the place, she was no longer floating to the ceiling but falling towards the debris, strangely enough Katie had grabbed her hand, and it felt solid. Catrina was getting dazed she looked up and saw Katie was pointing towards a doorway, then up. Catrina used her remaining bit of strength to pull her forwards, she grabbed the doorframe and dragged herself through and her head popped up into ….air, sweet sweet air, Catrina gasped loudly. "Oh god Katie, it nearly happened." Katie nodded.

"Doesn't seem like a brilliant idea does it now."

"I don't think I can do another trip, well to go back yes." She was distraught, she couldn't do the simplest thing. "I don't think I can move any of the gold, cause it would only be one brick I could bring back." Catrina seen her companion nod.

She had a brainwave, but it was stupid but simple. "Katie find a wrench, and something sharp."

"Wish I knew what you were thinking."

"You won't need to you will see, it's a stupid little thing, it won't work, but I have to do something." Catrina's eyes were bloodshot, and saddened by her hopelessness.

Jack stalked new meat at the docks, his plan of action; find a sinful bunch of salvagers, or a least a bunch that can be easily converted, preferably dominated by women, lure them to the ship, and feed. He walked by some men who where offloading a vessel, they where singing a sea chantey. 'Not them they will sing throughout the whole journey there.' He approached a very modern looking boat which had by the looks of it had never been on a real journey ever in it's short life, a man was cleaning the helm window. Another man was rigging the sails, then to Jack's contentment he spotted 3 women who seemed to be court up in the Dallas era, who were in there 30s but had 80s permed hair, skirts, jackets, and gold chains and hooped ear-rings, they where pacing the decks ordering the men about. They weren't what he had in mind, they were spoilt, and looked incapable of salvaging. Jack noticed a woman had looked his way, he smiled innocently, and gave a reserved salute before moving towards the bar. He sensed her curiosity, and was pleased to sense her follow him.

Catrina's teeth were chattering as she rubbed her hair with a towel. "You wouldn't happen to have hair dryer would you?"

Katie had her protoplasmic head through the door out of sight, she pulled it back through when she realised she was being addressed. "Nope sorry."

"The hair must be dry before he gets back…..and the clothes, and maybe this…" She held up her blooded finger.

"Let's just hope he hasn't transformed into Vampire while being away."

"I wouldn't be surprised." Catrina smiled at Katie who had already begun tittering. "It won't matter when the salvagers get here, he will find out." Katie stopped laughing, Catrina wished she hadn't, it made her feel more insecure about what she had done and where she was. She only wished she had an escape goat, or a special room which had an anti-demon force field.

"He's been gone 3 hours."

Catrina shrugged. "That's not long, he's been gone a whole day before."

She had never seen Jack get on the boat normally, or see him arrive loaded with stuff, he just seemed to be here and there, she greatly questions his ways of boarding with the people he brings 'home'. "Does he travel with the salvagers?"

"Course he does, it's the human image, befriends them, travels with them, he can get to know them better in close quarters."

"-I bet he does." Catrina turned her head and coughed. "To bad it never ends in friendship."