Maureen and her husband piled into the cabin, with severe looks on their faces. The crew met their gaze with apprehension. It had been a long and rough day since their last meeting. And the sky was pink and the sea calm from the previous storm.

Cutting to the chase. -"Our tankard of fresh water has been half drained."

The others looked at one another, though it convinced her of their innocence, her eyes trained on them longer then necessary. "Now didn't I tell us to all to be careful?"

Munder stood to attention. "You did, what are you calling us irresponsible?"

Santos gruffly added. "Well actually you said be careful with the food."

"Oh shut up."Murphy retorted eyeballing Santos with distaste. "Excuses, excuses."

"You always do this, picking fights with me, get over yourself, man!"

"-Well if you stop making smart ass remarks, then I'll stop picking fights with you."

"Yeah 'fucking' right!"

Maureen's neck hurt from tennis-ing between the two. "Guys, this doesn't solve the problem of the water shortage."

Greer looked quite perplexed by the whole situation, but remained silent, Dodge immediately jumped on this. "Haven't you got anything to say?"

Greer glared up at him. "Well I didn't know we were taking turns."Removing his cap and slamming it on the table. "How about we all just go around yelling at each other!"

Maureen raised her arms, this had to stop. "Enough!" If these men were going to have a slinging match, it would be a waste of time and energy, and their resources were running thin. "What are we going to do about this?" Trying to contain her annoyance, she looked at Dodge for guidance.

Murphy stepped in to take the reins. "Well as former Captain, can I suggest the obvious." Everyone turned to listen intently, Maureen had a bad feeling what he was going to say. "We can't go on without supplies, we can't delay it any longer, we will have to go to the coast, and fast" There was a ring of groans around the cabin. "I know, but I don't want Jack to win by having us starve to death, or dehydrate." Of course he was right, Maureen would thank him later.

'Clunk' "It's not accepting it." Catrina retrieved the coin from the vending machine, dipping to retrieve it. "I'll try again." Jack leaned rather awkwardly against the machine watching her dainty fingers shove the nickel into the slot. 'Clunk' She grumbled. Fuck.

By habit she looked about her as if preparing to ask for change, but she became vaguely aware of the hot sticky blue eyes on her, and she smiled sheepishly at the man next to her.

"Can we go back to the room now?"

Catrina smiled, and pretended to fiddle with the machine. "Yeah of course you can, I'll meet you there." It went quiet next to her, and she ignored the temptation to ogle him, she heard him sigh aggressively.

"Aren't you coming?"

She gave him a blank look. "I'm busy." Soon as it left her lips, she was jolted sideways by Jack cruelly grabbing her wrist, he was still freakishly strong.

"Do you think I was born yesterday." He hissed dangerously close to her ear, it ruffled her hair, almost tickling her. "If I weren't s-" He stilled, Catrina confused- tried to look around to see if anything was wrong, she was startled by an invasive hand grabbing her ass. EP!

Her voice shook. "What are doing?" Jack looked darkly from the corner of his eye. And she had the audacity to remain perfectly still, and not pull out of his hold.

"Some guy was looking at you." He said simply, staring past her, she figured at the guy in question.

"So you decided to mark your territory!" She huffed, elbowing him out of the way to try another vending machine, soon as the hand swept off her ass, if felt surprisingly cold – she wouldn't want to admit she missed it. "I'm surprised you didn't pee on me." She added, Jack slowing creeping after her.

"If you're in to that kind of thing, I will." She returned a mortified look, hoping he was joking, he didn't smile only grimace. Why did he have to be a damn smartass all the time? She wondered if he was this annoying around her parents, she snorted – that's probably why they didn't stay in touch.

She was brought back to the present by a drawl. "I'm still here you know." Fear and embarrassment coursed through her spine.

"Oh my god, were you listening to me!" She nearly broke a nail slamming the nickel into the slot. "Ouch..Again, butt out!" She waved her hand to flush out the pain.

This time he laughed, well at least he was not angry. He astonished her again by seizing her hand, and bringing it to his lips in a gentle kiss, his eyes trailing on hers, until she forced them away, clearly uncomfortable by his advances – as usual. "So tired." He sighed, releasing her hand.

For a second she pitied him. "Because you're wasting energy watching over me."

"I kind of have to."

There it was again, that strange- stupid motive. "Why Jack? I really don't see why you have to." She pleaded. It was true, the reason she had been given, if it were true; payment...was stupid, and unbelievable. Revenge maybe, but that was also a waste of time, he could have just killed her. This revelation stilled her and she forced her focus back to the man with the sheepish grin, and crystal blue eyes. "You've kept me alive all this time."

He observed her wariness with a glassy stare. "You're right, maybe I should have some reward?" She flinched as he tried to reach for her, he finally withdrew with a mocking smile. "I'll wait though."

She felt nervous tension build up with every fibre in her body. Was that a promise? Would it be so bad? She recomposed her defiant face and strutted down the hall, in steady pursuit by her capture. It played on her mind, was he waiting for her, or was he waiting for him to be capable...hopefully she wouldn't have long to wait. She froze, and immediately rephrased her thought trial...because I would have got away by then. Much better.

Catrina meandered by the entrance doors, venturing on whether if she bolted now, how far she would get. She felt Jack breathe down her neck once more, and again a moment of dread recoiled her.

A hooker was lurking on the curb outside, waiting to be picked up. To Catrina's dismay she noticed Jack was staring at her, with rapt attention. God No! She needed to warn her, though would she be wasting her time, hookers are probably warned all the time – clients are dangerous. She never thought she would say this. "Jack let's just go back to the room." Trying desperately to snag his attention.

His eyes were still hungrily locked on the lady of the night. "Come on let's go." She tugged at his jacket, he acknowledged her with a scowl.

"Oh really." She was puzzled to what that meant. "Behave or I will kill them." No sooner had he said this he began to inch her closer to a desk, where a man and woman were talking, they looked to be in their thirties. "Hey." He used his human voice. They looked up immediately, very quizzical. "Could you watch my little sister for me?" Catrina spotted his serene look, and shook her head disbelievingly.

"What?" He squeezed her shoulders threateningly and she hiccupped.

The woman stepped closer to the desk. "We don't normally babysit for guests." The lady caught Catrina's expression. "Is she alright?"

"No." Jack grabbed the back of Catrina's neck, forcing her to smile. The woman's companion looked at them suspiciously.

"Aren't you the drunk from earlier?"

Catrina smirked. Jack kindly informed him. "Why do you care?" The man looked offended, his girlfriend breezed by it – as if use to the verbal abuse.

"How old are you honey, you look old enough to look after yourself."

Catrina opened her mouth to answer, but Jack spoke over her. "She's 15, and she has mild learning disabilities." The teenager gapped at him. The-son-of-a-bitch. "A little schizophrenic, she talks rubbish a lot."

"I certainly do not!" The hand behind her neck squeezed tightly.

"She don't look 15, nor does she look disturbed."

"How the hell would you know that? You don't even know her." Jack retorted, shoving Catrina forward into the desk. "Are you going to watch her or not, she can't be left alone, there's fifty dollars in it for ya." Now that will wet their appetite. "Each."

"A hundred bucks, just to watch a girl?" They exclaimed incredulously. "Where are you going?"

"Again. Why do you care?" Catrina felt him fidget behind her, and his hand came up and slapped fifty bucks onto the desk before them.

"Hey, you said a hundred!" The guy still seemed eager to touch the money.

"You'll get the other fifty when I come back, if she is still in the same room, in one piece."

The woman did the negotiating. "How long?"

"An hour."

"That's it?"The woman looked at him like he was an angel. Far from it. Catrina inwardly cringed.

"Make sure she's kept to herself, no contact with anyone, and calm her down if she gets...hysterical." She had to roll her eyes at this point. The woman grabbed her like a prized possession.

"Of course." Jack halted her before she could remove Catrina completely from his grasp.

He gave her a hug, for appearances, and she went incredibly stiff. He breathed in her ear. "If anything happens I will kill them." He pulled back, his face heavily composed. "I'll be back soon." He spoke down to her as if she were a child, again all an act. Catrina glowered at him as he left her, and disappeared through the double doors into the night.