Being where practicing the fine art of persuasion for personal gain is the theme of the day … Wilmot continues his seductive persuasion of Mort to consider giving up his cabin … Godley persuades the oppressive throng of Don Juan’s fans to disperse from the hospital … solicitor James Brady solicits advice from Willy on impressing a lady … Portsmith attempts to persuade Lady Ainsworth to visit her new niece at Rartigillichal … Don Juan appears to be unaware of the fact that he’s losing his female audience to the charms of his new son … Elliott and Emina enjoy their holiday at sea … Alphonse manages to win Cavalcanti’s trust, and takes Candy out for a little fresh air and distraction … George Jung returns to his old habits, knowing little else … a heartbroken Kat sets fire to her beloved ship and mysteriously disappears, presumed dead … back home from her adventures, Grace thinks perhaps her powers of persuasion over Donnie may be her finest magic of all … Netta approaches Godley once again to persuade him to resume the case of missing Dawn … Sands’ powers of persuasion are less than successful, as Rianne turns him away … Kidd reappears, finding herself in the company of an old acquaintance and sensing nothing from Kat … and Dante, having performed his civic duty, watches with interest as Abberline frantically denies what appears to be all too tragically true.

At From Hell Court:

Mort: *glances around* You call this rathole pleasant? I don't like the company either. Don't you try with me. I've been through this before. I made you up. And then I deleted it all. I am not crazy.

Wilmot *eyes Mort keenly; what a fascinating subject he is!  He finishes his drink, sets the glass down, examines one of his lacy cuffs*  My dear boy, methinks thou doth protest too much.  If you’re not crazy, and you made me up and then deleted me, as you put it … then why are you having a conversation with me?  Only a crazy man would be talking to a figment of his imagination, n'est-ce pas?  Therefore, either you ARE crazy, or I’m real.  You can’t have it both ways, laddie.  *looks up, smiles slyly at the girl who brings him another drink; she scowls at him, scurries away.  He takes up the fresh glass, eyes Mort, speaks patiently, as if to a confused child*  Now, if you’ll try to stay with me, because frankly this is becoming entirely too tedious … this is how it played.  I proposed an evening out, and you accepted my invitation.  Simple as that.  You seemed to believe it would be in your best interest to get out of that tacky little cabin for a few hours, and I heartily agree.  I don’t know how you stay cooped up in there day in and day out and still expect to produce quality work.  No wonder you do a fair amount of deleting.  *laughs*  I know, I’m a writer myself, so don’t think I don’t understand.  *he watches with interest as Mort sinks down next to him, looking very distressed; he brings an arm around his shoulders*  There, there, Squire Rainey, it’s easily remedied, this ennui you’ve mucked yourself into!  A change of surroundings, it’s as simple as that.  Have you considered a vacation … or perhaps a vacation home away from home?  *leans closer, his tone seductive*  Or better still … a new home altogether?

Mort: *confused* Don't try to snare me in with words. What, away from home? *he ponders it for a while, but it sounds all so tiring and draining.* No, I am fine with the cabin and.. *his voice grows very unsure* and I can't leave it, I am still waiting to get back A... er..my wife... *but he must admit that the view of the cornfield through the secret window is unsettling him and makes he feel nervous though he can't say why. And there is Shooter. Now and then he catches glimpses of the man. Maybe he could get rid of him?* What do you have to do with my cabin?

Wilmot:  I don’t have anything to do with your cabin.  Merely posing a suggestion, that’s all.  However, if I’m given to understand that you’re asking my thoughts on the matter … *he glances around, as if to make sure no one is listening to them; continues*  Truth be told, laddie, you’re the talk of the town.  Everyone knows your wife is not coming back, everyone knows about your dalliances with the young lady who seemed to delight in compromises not only with you, but myself, that addled Inspector, and who knows who else.  Now, most people don’t relish the knowledge that they’re being discussed in hushed tones behind various and sundry doors, but for what it’s worth, you can take comfort in the fact that there’s more sympathy for your case than you may imagine.  The aforementioned strumpet is missing in action, and it’s generally considered good riddance.  Your wife never made any efforts to secure friendships in the town, so her absence isn’t particular cause for lamentation.  There are plenty of locals who see you as a lost soul, one to be pitied.  To break free of your surroundings … to cease and desist spending day in and day out staring at that infernal cornfield, as if it’s going to yield some sort of solution to your life’s problems … *shakes his head sympathetically*  Aside from what it’s doing to you on a personal level, it’s resulting in bad writing.  Many things can be forgiven in this life we live, but one of the worst crimes is to continue to follow the path that leads to bad art.  Especially when one doesn’t have to.

At the hospital:

Ava: *Hearing a roar from a crowd* What the ... *Ava puts Valentino down into his crib* Mommy won't be a minute. *Ava slides off of the bed and makes her way to the window.  Ava takes a peek out of the curtains* Bloody hell *She quickly backs away* Oh my! *Ava puts her hand to her mouth in shock* Well Valentino it seems papa is on his way here or maybe they are here for you. Who knows in this crazy little world. *Ava picks him back up and cuddles Valentino close*

Don Juan: *fights his way through the screaming and swooning women, blowing kisses at them, stroking their hands, smiling at everyone put he feels how he starts to panic, the crowd is pressing on and the door is still far away..* Ladies, please...

Godley: *swings the hospital doors wide open, wades through the crowd pushing the women aside, and a path slowly forms in front of him, and finally he manages to grab Don Juan's arm. When he starts to pull, Don Juan quickly loosens his cape so as not to get strangled. There are at least a dozen girls holding on his cape. He pulls free and they fall backward but recover soon, and a dozen more joins them in the fight for the cape which is ripped in peaces. Don Juan stops, looking horrified at the crown grown totally mad, but Godley pulls him on. A hand reaches to his sleeve, then a second one, and the sleeve is soon ripped off, his hat falls off and eager hands try to get hold of his trousers, but Godley manages to pull him inside and slam the doors shut.* Hellcats! That was one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced*

Don Juan: *pales, swallows, listening to the wail rising from the crowd when they realize he escaped* I think you saved my life.

Godley: *smirks* Wouldn't it be just best to stop playing the world's greatest lover?

Don Juan: *greatly offended* I have not chosen what I am. I was born the World's Greatest Lover.* Dear sister *he turns to a nurse who stares at him with glassy eyes* would you be so kind as to lead me to the room of my wife and my son.

Nurse: *wakes up from her reveries* Yes, of course, just follow me, this way.

Don Juan: Thank you. Just tell me where the room is, I find it on my own. I know how busy you nurses are,

Nurse: *Starts to protest vehemently* Oh no, it's no problem for me, I am on a coffee pause, and I can guide you to the right room. Really! *she adds desperately, looks pleadingly at him*

Don Juan: *sighs* Thank you.

Godley: *mutters, watching how the nurse's greedy eyes wander all over Don Juan's exposed half-shirtless body* Poor bastard ... *then he swings the doors open and faces the crowd* What are you standing here for? Haven't you heard that Mrs. DeMarco will be moved to a private clinic. She and her husband started out from the backdoor and stepped into an ambulance. If you hurry, you may still get a glimpse of the car. *it doesn't take long till the square is totally empty.*

At the factory:

Willy: *doorbell rings and he answers with Jacob on his shoulders, laughing energetically. He opens it, surprised at the guest* James! What brings you here?

James: *removes his hat from his head nervously. He seems out of breath* Hi Willy! I was just in the neighborhood and ummm ... *he leans in* Okay look, that waitress you introduced to me? I'm taking her out to dinner tonight.

Willy: Oh well that's fantabulous.

James: *nods with a smile but immediately switches to a frown and shake* I'm clueless. I need advice.

Willy: *laughs* James, I haven't done the romance ... *Jacob begins to have a slight asthma attack and Willy whips out the inhaler. He hands it up to Jacob who takes it and inhales repeatedly* ... thing in a while.

James: Okay so maybe you didn't do the Valentine's Day thing this year because we were kind of busy, but what did you do last year?

Willy: Well I took her on a shopping spree, dinner and a walk on the beach.  *James remains motionless.  Willy sighs* Okay you win. *he steps aside* Come in.

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Portsmith: *sits behind her great old chancellor's desk and adds up the sums. There seems to be a very good supply of brats that no one needs at From Hell Court. And they fetch a pretty good sum on the market after they are washed and clothed properly. She ships them with a clause 'in the condition as they are found' so no one can complain about them being and acting like the scum they are, offspring of Gypsies and pirates and petty thieves. But some people seem just desperate to get a brat, for some odd reason. Some people obviously don't have enough trouble in their lives otherwise. She adds up the monthly column and smiles satisfied. This is even a much better way to clean up the nasty quarters than the deal with Mr. Todd, who has been doing a great job as well.

She slams shut the book and turns to the reports. Not much of interest - except that Manouche has birthed a girl.* That shameless hussy! It doesn't take much to snare poor Fred... *she smiles and takes out her brand new Nokia Vertu encased in gold and platinum and decorated with green emeralds and calls Lady Ainsworth* Cynthia, is that you? Have you already go the good news? Congratulations to the new auntie...... You haven't heard? The baby of your brother and the Gypsy has been born, a daughter, from what I heard. Yes, those kids of his are an interesting mix, aren't they? *She laughs out loud* Don't be so prejudiced, Cynthia. I could take you to the place where she lives .... that mill shed with and unpronounceable name.  Let's greet the new citizen.

Rittmeister Portenschmidt: *walks brusquely in without knocking and looks at his grand niece with displeasure *Do you know whose desk you are sitting at?

Portsmith: *rolls eyes* We've been at this before, Uncle.

Portenschmidt: *coldly* Rittmeister. Not uncle. This magnificent desk has once belonged to one of the mightiest Germans of all times, the Iron Chancellor Otto von Bismarck. It is a sacrilege to use it!

Portsmith: *glares at him* That is why I got the desk, Rittmeister. One day, you will see me surpass all your dusty old Germans. I am going farther than any of them! And I'll tell you, Rittmeister, that day is not far off!

At the hospital:

Ava: *Gives Valentino his bottle as he has began to cry* Ssh! Valentino here's your dinner now *she smiles contently at him as he wolfs down hos bottle*. Hungry ain't we *laughs* you eat like your father.

Don Juan: *bursts in, fending off nurses, his shirt is in tatters* Here I am, my dear! Ah, and this is young Valentino, what a fine little man he is! *he lifts up Valentino who starts to squeal, Don pushes him fast to Ava so that the baby almost drops* Perfect lungs, too... Don't you think he looks just like me?

Ava: *eyes widen in dismay and shock*. Don Juan… *she shakes her head to clear her thoughts*. Where the hell have you been I almost died *She decides there is no point in fighting and her mind is quickly distracted by his bare chest. Ava cuddles Valentino in*.  There, there my son it’s your papa he’s come to see you *smiles* he looks exactly like you Don Juan he has your beautiful brown eyes, your beautiful soft hair, your beautiful cheeks and your very beautiful lips... *Ava’s mind wanders in all that is Don Juan*.  Why don’t you sit down on the bed with me and I’ll pass Valentino to you that way he won’t be as frightened. *Ava taps on the mattress* You know what Don I think he has trapped wind from his bottle. *Ava starts to burp Valentino who looks up at Don Juan. Valentino mouth is open and his eyes are transfixed on Don Juan* See he likes you all ready. *Valentino lets his wind up and Ava cuddles him again. Valentino cannot take his eyes off of Don Juan he’s too interesting*

Don Juan: *sits by the bedside* Yes, I think he looks a lot like  me. *he looks at Ava. At least this kid is his own.* Do you think he is going to be like me? *he smiles* We'll see that as soon as the first nurse enters the room. My mother told me that when I was born, they all kept swarming around till the doctor forbade them to enter the room. And did I ever tell you what happened when I was sent to the nuns? *he launches into yet one version of the story Ava has heard a dozen times*

Ava: *blanks out Don Juan story and mouths to Valentino you've got this all to come* Don Juan my love could you just hold him while I just go over there for a moment. *Smiles at him and gently hands Valentino to Don Juan, who is in mid-sentence*

Meredith: *walks into the room and straight past Don Juan* Ah Valentino ain't you just the sweetest thing ever to walk this planet *she totally blanks Don Juan*

Amy: *Sees the door open and walks in* Hey! no fair Meredith you've all ready been with him!

Tammy: Oh this isn't fair, why are you both in here it's my turn *Again they all ignore the semi naked Don Juan*

Ava: *Glares at them both* I swear would you all leave us the hell alone. My son is not an object of desire! He is a baby boy and nothing else. As I have said before I will call you when either of us need you. *she watches them both back away* Don Juan you were saying something about nuns or was it nurses?

On Malachi’s ship:

Emina: *walking along the deck of the ship in only a black and white bikini and a black hat* Oh this is so much fun Elliott *smiles* maybe one day if the business goes well we could have our on ship. You know what I’d call it the good ship Elli Bear *giggles* captained by a very handsome Elliott the fiercest bear around. *laughs again* well actually I’d let you name it ‘cause you’re the pirate my love and your so smart you’d think of an excellent name. *she smiles contently as the sun beats down* isn’t the weather divine Elliott. *the inner mother kicks in* have you got sun cream on? Have you got enough on? I know pirates don’t need sun cream only rum *her face twists* it’s not very nice. *She finally reaches Elliott and wraps her arms around his tummy* this is so romantic *she kisses his neck* it’s wonderful and I must say there’s something about you being captain that makes me feel all fuzzy *giggles* 

Elliott *grins, shakes his head*  Better watch that kind of talk in front of a crew, if we ever have a crew.  They'd toss me overboard an' ask questions later.  You can’t give a pirate ship a name like the good ship Elli bear.  *he pauses, then adds*  You know, Emina, I’m not really a pirate.  I went with Malachi once, that’s all.  One mission of plunderin’ don’t make a man a pirate.  I’m afraid I’m really pretty boring.  I haven’t done much of note at all.  *he shades his eyes, scans the horizon*  An’ it looks like this trip won’t be any different.  Smooth sailin’ as far as the eye can see, madame.  *he turns, looks down at her, smiles*  I’ll make up for our lack of adventure by showin’ you the most romantic holiday you can imagine.  I’ll try, anyway.  *leans down, kisses her, his hands still on the wheel of the ship*

Emina: You’re far from boring Elliott you’re a very exciting person actually *she hides her annoyance with him* I was only joking. I'd never name a ship like that, I'd name it something is Spanish or maybe something like Emerald Mist ... I dunno really never actually thought about it. *she softens up a little* They ain't listening they are looking *she turns around as one of the pirates wolf whistle* but they ain't listening Elliott. I made them some rum cake they loved it. I have never seen cake go so fast in my life *laughs* Doesn't Malachi feed them? I do have an important question Elliott do you think my bikini is too much *she lowers her voice a little* They seem to acting rather strange when I am around.

Elliott *looking out at the horizon*  Pirates are always keen on rum, whether it’s in a bottle, glass or in a cake.  *shrugs*  An’ all men are keen on women in bikinis.  We’re almost to Tortuga.  I’ll drop ‘em off there, then we’ll continue without ‘em.  I can manage this ship without a crew, an’ then we can be alone.  *smiles*  I may need you to steer on occasion, but I can do everything else, ‘specially since we’re not goin’ far.  How’s that sound to you, ready to be my crew?

Emina: *Smiles* sure why not as long as the captain doesn't man handle me then I'll be fine *winks*. I'd hate to be man handled *laughs* I wont get man hands will I? I don't want dry hands these babies need to remain soft. *Feeling uneasy* Are you sure it's wise an all for me to steer what if I crashed it or something.

Elliott:  Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.  *shows her the wheel*  See, there’s a locking device.  You won’t have to put your entire weight against it, just keep it in check.  An’ I won’t leave you to it if we run into foul weather.  If that happens, we’ll weigh anchor till it passes.

Emina: *It all sounds so confusing to her* Ok.  There's not going to be a storm is there? Oh dear this is why when I came to Deppville we came by plane. *In her head she talks herself out of panicking* I think I can do it, I will think of it like baking. Elliott, will that make me Captain? *giggles* Captain Emina.

Elliott *laughs*  In just a few sentences you went from fear of sailin’ to captain!  No, it doesn’t make you captain, it’ll make you … *scratches his head*  I dunno, first mate, I guess.  *he looks out at the horizon again*  Ah, here we are … Tortuga.  Should be weighin' anchor in about a half hour.  *he hears a collective whoop of glee from the crew on the lower deck*  Sounds like the crewmen are anxious for their shore leave.  We’ll release 'em here, then we’ll be on our way.  Unless you’d like to stay an' explore Tortuga.  *grins*

At Cavalcanti’s:

Candy: *opens her door and looks at Alphonse. Her hair hangs listless around her shoulders and her eyes are red, but she seems calm and composed* Why ever would you want to see me for? *she shrugs* Well, I am here.

Alphonse *looks at her, startled at the change that’s come over her.  He recovers quickly as he feels a wave of sympathy for her; he holds out the flowers*  I simply stopped by to see how you’re feeling.  I knew you were going through a rough patch, and … well, I thought these flowers would help cheer you up a little.  And … I was wondering if you’d like to come out to Chez Roux with me for some dinner.  The weather is lovely, we could sit outside, watch the ocean … perhaps even walk on the beach afterward.  I find a brisk constitutional after eating is most bracing … *his voice trails off, he colors slightly*  Forgive me, I don’t mean to prattle on.  Anyway .. I’d be most delighted if you’d join me.  *smiles hopefully*

Candy: *takes the flowers, puts them into a vase and looks at them for long* her voice and eyes are still dull* Thank you. You would only be bored with me. DeeDee and Daddy, they try to drag me out of the house, but I find it so nice sitting here in my room in peace and solitude. I watch people pass by, and I have no wish to join them. *she smirks without joy* And I can't go anywhere looking like this. Daddy is so strict with appearances. But thanks anyway.

Alphonse:  I assure you, I wouldn’t be bored.  As a matter of fact, if you just want to sit quietly and not say a word, that’d be fine.  I feel that the air would do you good.  I promise you, time may not heal everything perfectly, but it heals many things.  I know you’ll feel better eventually, even though it may not seem like it right now.  Are you sure you won’t reconsider?  We can do anything you want, and the minute you say you want to come home, I'll bring you back.  *he smiles at her charmingly; smile fades a little as he thinks he hears her father calling her from downstairs*

Candy: Does it? But time can't be reversed, and things done can't be undone. I've failed not only the Abberlines, but many others as well... I can't tell about it, but... it's the end of my career, I will never get another place. *she sniffs, but controls herself* I loved Chiana.

Cavalcanti: *shouts from downstairs* Candy, would you like to accompany DeeDee and Vinnie for a fun evening? I have just got a perfect little dress from you straight from Milano.

Candy: *pales, her eyes go wide with fright, she glances at Alphonse and nods curtly* Daddy, Alphonse Corso has asked me out.  I already promised.

Cavalcanti: *climbs up the stairs and takes a look at Alphonse, who looks shy, well-to-do and thoroughly harmless compared to that other Corso* Really? You look like a respectable man, Mr. Corso. Are you of Italian origins too? You may take her out, but promise me to bring her back in good time.

Alphonse *taken aback only for a moment, quickly rallies, extends a hand, shakes firmly*  Thank you, sir.  Spanish, actually, though I have a great admiration for the Italian people and their contributions to art, culture and cuisine.  I promise I’ll not keep your daughter out late.  *he looks at Candy, catches her eye, smiles reassuringly*

Cavalcanti: Oh, a Spaniard! I can see that you are a civilized gent. *he pats Alphonse on the shoulder* Take good care of my little daughter! I am not letting anyone to mistreat her. *he returns downstairs after giving a very meaningful glance at Alphonse - if you try anything with her...*

Candy: *shrugs* I would like to go for a walk, if you don't mind. I don't like the restaurants nor clubs. I want to look at the sea and the ships.

In Colombia / Tropical Breeze:

George: There are several things I can do for you I can transfer the ghostcaine from your place here in Colombia to my place in Deppville. You see but there’s tricky little thing called Commander M Portsmith. *He shakes his head* Nasty import charges and then she’ll want part of the profit too. I can by pass that though quite easily *he runs his hand through his hair* but that is up to you. Now I have to return home to some important business. *He turns to leave

Dezi: *He thinks for a moment* Ok you got yourself a deal

George: *turns around* Bravo

**Cue fuzzy fast forward**

George: This my friends is the finest Ghostcaine in the world *He offers every one a small taster*. It’s better than any Ghost Tranq this makes Paris Hilton look like an angel. Now it’s exploded all over the world like an atomic bomb now Deppville gets to taste its great wonders.

Tuna: Ain’t you tryin’

George: No the kids are up stairs resting.

Tuna: Try a little.

George: NO! *He’s been clean for some time now and he ain’t letting no one steal his kids.* every one is doing now all of you can do it now too *he spreads his arms*. so who’s in *He watches as people start pouring money in*

Tuna: How much have we made?

George: *roughs up an answer in his head* about 30 million *Shrugs* who gives a shit. Who knows with all these sales it’s been a busy few months.

At the docks:

Kat *boards the Apparition, wipes the tears from her face and composes herself.  On board she finds only one crewman.* Where be the rest of the crew?

Crewman: They were restless so I sent them all off for a bit of shore leave, cap’n.

Kat *Nods* Ye done right now ye can go join 'em, Brody  I'll be 'ere. *She watches his departure.  Once he's gone she fetches everything she needs from about the ship. When all is in readiness, she sets the ship ablaze.  After a while the fire is noticed from the shore and help is called but it's already too late; the smoldering ship slips beneath the surface and settles in its watery grave. As the crew  members, arrive they're questioned as to if any one was aboard. When Brody arrives and is accounted for, he sorrowfully informs that none but the Captain was aboard. Hanging his head he replies, may she rest in peace.

Dante: *watching the disaster with fascination. You rarely have a chance to see a great ship burning. It's a truly magnificent sight, and all happens so amazingly fast. The crewmen and port officials and the crowd mill around, shouting incoherently at each others, but the ship sinks down gracefully, taking it's captain with it. Very impressing* Why did the captain not leave the ship? Was he drunk?

*A shocked man turns to look at him* She. Captain Kat. The best pirate captain there ever was. At least before she got married to that snotty Inspector. They say that she did it because he required that she should abandon her ship for good. *he shakes his head in anger and frustration* A captain can't abandon ship. I hope Abberline will dearly pay for this.

Dante: Abberline? Shouldn't someone alert him?

The man: *just spits* You do if you're keen on that. Just walk that way till you come to a big old house. Bournemouth House. Over there. You can see the roof from here.

Dante: *shrugs* One has to do one's civic duty. *greatly intrigued by the tragedy he sets out and finds the house with ease. It reminds him of a museum. He knocks at the door and a beautiful woman opens the door* Can I see Inspector Abberline, please?

Marta: *doesn't say anything, just nods and steps aside and leads him to a spacious kitchen, where a man is sitting by the table with a coffee mug and a glass of something nasty green* Inspector Abberline, I presume?

Abberline: *stares at him totally disinterested* And who are you?

Dante: Port Official Ferretti. I have very grave tidings for you. Your wife is the pirate captain Kat Abberline?

Abberline: *feeling slightly alarmed* Yes.

Dante: We believe that she sank with her ship today at the port. A crewman was heard telling that she ordered the crew on shore and deliberately set her ship on fire, remaining on it. The ship burned and sunk so fast that nothing could be done.

Abberline: *too shocked to react in any way, to say anything, just stares at Dante, then clasps the coffee mug with both hands, his mind totally numb. What's that man talking about? Why is he doing it? Suddenly the mug explodes in his hard grip, the sharp shards bite into his fingers and hot coffee burns him, but he just stares at Dante without a movement or word.*

At Stratford Castle:

Isabella & Hanson: *both glare at Mistress, but follow Victor as he leads them to the door.*

Isabella: *once they're outside* Next time Security has business here, I suggest we send Constable Crane.

Hanson: *laughs a little* I'd suggest Abberline, but for your sake we'll keep that to ourselves, with you being his partner.

Isabella: *as they're getting into the car* That still bugs you, doesn't it?

Hanson: *puts on his seat-belt, looks over at her* I bet that if I never get jealous at all, you'd complain too.

Isabella: *smirks* Probably.

At Arwen:

Donnie: *reaches across the candle-lit dining-table and takes Grace’s hand; caresses it softly as he gazes at her lovingly* I’m glad that you’re back.  *Grace smiles back at him.  He takes a sip of his wine and looks at her a little more seriously* I’m not goin’ to pretend that this new thing…this orbin’ thing don’t bother me at all. You know I’ve never been completely comfortable with magic.

Grace: *Nods* Aye, I know.  An’ I wish I could be jus’ a normal person fer ye, but…

Donnie: *interrupts her* You didn’t let me finish.  What I was goin’ to say, is that I love you. And nothin’ else matters. *Kisses her hand*

Grace: *Smiles at him* I love ye too.  An’ I reckon them witches did more than jus’ make me want te go te ‘em. I haven’t suddenly moved from one place te another an’ I seriously doubt that I’d be able to orb as far as Tortuga without a little help, savvy?

Donnie: Yeah, that makes sense.

Grace: *Picks up her glass and rises from her seat; she goes over to the couch, sets her glass down on the coffee table and sits down gesturing for Donnie to join her. Once he’s seated besides her, she snuggles up to him* Ye haven’t told me what you did while I was away.

Donnie: Well, I did a perfect portray of a cranky boss and I went to Chez Roux to see Vinnie…he wasn’t there, though. I thought I’d ask him if he’s told anyone that he’s seen me and in case he hasn’t, try to talk him out of it.

Grace: Ye reckon that’d work?

Donnie: *Shrugs* I don’t know.  Sands offered to go with me to help me ‘pursuade’ Vinnie, but I decided to try on my own first. *Smiles slightly* Besides, he seemed a little preoccupied. I saw him with this girl … looked like he had his hands full. *Grins mischievously* I think her temper was even worse than yours!

Grace: *looks up at him with a slight glare, but has to laugh as Donnie meets her glare with a disarming smile* Ye know, them brown eyes still make my knees go weak.

Donnie: *gently brushes his lips against hers; murmurs* Well, I’d be a fool to let that go to waste.  *kisses her passionately*

Grace: *As they part; stretches and pretends to yawn* I’m beat, think I’ll go te bed now. *Gets on her feet and starts towards the stairs*

Donnie: *not hiding his disappointment very well* Sure, OK.

Grace: *Stops on the first step, turns and looks at him teasingly* Are ye comin’?  *Donnie studies her for a moment, jumps up from the couch and follows her* 

At the Security office:

Netta *peeking around the corner of the Security building, watches as Portsmith leaves; she sighs with relief, thinking it’s probably still best to not run into the Commander.  She waits till Portsmith is out of sight, then enters the building, walking quietly through the halls.  She looks in Constable Crane’s office, sees no one.  She continues on, to Godley’s office; he isn’t there either, but she decides to wait.  She goes into his office, climbs up on the chair in front of his desk, waits patiently, clutching her little purse, swinging her legs, her feet not quite touching the floor*

Godley: *enters the office with his late second lunch, strongly in need of a snack after the harrowing experience with crazy women* Netta? Nice to see you. Do you have any news?

Netta *looks up, brightens when she sees him.  Her smile fades a little at his question, and she heaves a weary sigh, swinging her feet again as he sits down at the desk*  I was gonna ask you that.  *she hesitates, looks at him*  Sergeant Godley … are the Security people all … coverin’ over for Dawn’s mama?

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Willy: *puts Jacob in the playpen with his brother and sisters. James joins him in the master living room. They sit in chairs in front of the fireplace, a roaring fire bringing waves of warmth throughout the room* Okay, so what do you want to know?

James: Well, I really don't know what to talk to her about. I mean, most of the women I know are the secretaries. Our daily conversations usually consist of "Did you get a fax yet?"

Willy: And you've never just eavesdropped a bit on their conversations with each other?

James: *shakes head* If there's anything about the outside world, it's because they sent me a funny email.

Willy: Yes I recieve a lot of fowards from you.

James: *shrugs* It says "pass it on". Just following the instructions.

Willy: *rolls eyes* So you can be the next Johnny Cochrane when it comes to the courtroom but your the taped-glasses nerd who is captain of the chess team when it comes to relationships?

James: Precisely.

Willy: Right. *sighs and sits back* Well, you could ask her about her job.

James: I already know what she does.

Willy: Ask her if she likes it. Detail, James. You know all about it.

James: *nods in agreement* What about my job?

Willy: *scrunches his nose and shakes his head* Once you ask a question that requires a detailed answer, I don't care who it is, every woman will go on about it.

James: Well that's boring.

Willy: Yea it is, but don't fade out of the conversation. Listen and nod. The question "What do you think?" is guranteed to come up about three times in each discussion. And if you don't give a solid answer, it'll just get her mad.

James: How do you know?

Willy: I learned the hard way. *leans in, whispering* Never ask Madame about our fourth date. Ever.

James: *laughs* Right. What about hobbies?

Willy: Perfect.

James: Sports?

Willy: *pauses* I wouldn't bring that up on a first date. Learn about her more first. If you start with sports and she's not interested, it'll end the date.

James: Okay good because I don't watch them.

Willy: Why?

James: The idea of a man tackling another man just kind of ... bothers me.

Willy: Ah, I do understand.

James: *nods* So how do I greet her? I mean, do I shake her hand? Hug her?

Willy: No, if you shake her hand, she'll be bored already. Hugging is too much on a first date. Kiss her hand.

James: *laughs* You're joking.

Willy: *not smiling* No.

James: *stops* Really?

Willy: Why do you think Portsmith made such a testimony? She's impressed. If there's anything a woman will be truly impressed about, it's if you greet her with a light kiss on the hand.

James: What if it doesn't work?

Willy: It will.

James: What if it doesn't?

Willy: *sighs and smiles as Madame enters the room* Amore, how are you?

Madame: *grins* Lovely, you?

Willy: *nods approvingly and returns his attention to James. He speaks quietly so Madame, who is checking on the children, doesn't hear* Try it.

James: On your wife?

Willy: I'm right here, James. It's not a romantic thing. Just watch her expression.

James: *shrugs* Okay. *he rises and approaches Madame calmly, on the outside* Madame, you look excellent. *he takes her hand gently, bends down, kisses it softly, and smiles back up at her*

Madame: *beams, indeed impressed* Why hello, James, so nice to have your company.  *James nods and sits back down*

Willy: *smiling, he watches as Madame begins to leave. She pauses behind James' chair and arches a brow. His smile creeps into a grin and she leaves.*

At Chez Roux:

Sands: *downs the tequila and looks at Rianne expectantly as she reads through the papers he’s given her*

Rianne: *Nods* Looks real enough, far as I can tell. *Folds up the papers and drinks her tequila.*

Sands: *Waves the bartender over and waits as he pours them both another drink and walks away again* They are real!

Rianne: Good.

Sands: What? I don’t get a ‘gracias’ for my troubles? I had to pull a lot of favours to get this!

Rianne: *Shrugs* I don’t see why.  You owed me. *Tilts her head to the side* In fact, you still owe me!

Sands: *Rolls his eyes* Alright, what do you want?

Rianne: *Sighs* Yo no sé…what do you think will make up for fooling me to believe that you cared for me, or that I disgraced my family by marrying a ‘gringo’? One who got my cousin arrested.

Sands: Your cousin was dealing cocaine…he got himself arrested! *Lowers his eyes* As for caring, I already told you that I did care. And if the situation had been different … if I hadn’t already lied so much you would’ve killed me once I told the truth or if I didn’t have to go back to the states, then I might have stuck around.

Rianne: Tonterías! You never had any intention of that! If you had, then you wouldn’t have told those lies in the first place. Fact is, you intended to use me to get to my cousin and whoever he was working for. Don’t pretend otherwise.

Sands: *Remains quiet for a while* Then I guess you’d prefer that we never speak again, now that you have your papers.

Rianne: *Hesitates* That would be the crazy part.  There’s still a part of me that wishes you had stayed. And not because of my family. Just for me. *Tears form in her eyes* I did love you, you know? I wouldn’t have become so obsessed by finding you if I didn’t … *stubbornly dries her eyes*

Sands: *Hands her his cocktail napkin* I’m here now.

Rianne: *looks at him doubtfully* What are sayin’?  *Sands takes out his wallet and pulls out a small photograph of them together, hands it to her.  She stares at the photo in disbelief* You still have this?

Sands: I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again, but I’ve still carried that around. *Hesitates* Maybe, if you want, we could go on a date? *Quickly adds* I admit, I’m horrible with relationships, but I’m willing to give it a shot.

Rianne: *tears her eyes off the photo and looks at him; she sees the man she fell so in love with that she married him after a very short relationship, but it also reminds her of how much it hurt when he left and she discovered that he’d played her for a fool. Hands the photo back to him, shakes her head* No, I can’t. You hurt me too much.  *drinks the tequila and slides off the barstool* Thanks for the papers. I’m going to find the owner and ask about that waitress job.

Sands: *Watches her walk away and quietly puts the photo back in his wallet. He drinks the tequila shot, throws a few bills on the bar and leaves.*

Rianne: *asks a waitress for the owner and as she waits turns to look towards the bar, but the stool is empty.*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

James: So is that it?

Willy: *laughs quietly* James, chill.

James: Chill, chilled, I'm totally chilled. I'm like a penguin man, I mean I am so chilled I make penguins cry.

Willy: James.

James: *takes a deep breath* Right. Chill. *checks his watch* I better get going.

Willy: *nods and stands up with him. They shake hands* You'll do fine, James. Just keep everything light. Okay?

James: *nods* Got it. *he smiles nervously and leaves in a quick pace*

Madame: *steps aside as he walks past her. He tips his hat to her and she smiles and nods at him. She walks into the living room, toys in her hands. As much as she loved them, her children were still working on responsibility* So what do you think?

Willy: *smiles peacefully at her, directs his attention to the fireplace* I think he'll do fine. James never gives himself enough credit.

Madame: *laughs from the triplet's room* You think?  *Willy nods to himself. James wasn't the only one who learned something tonight. Willy had to get back in the game*

At Bournemouth House:

Dante: *is about to leave when Abberline stands up, wipes his hands on the towel Marta brings him*  I think that was all we know for now, sir.

Abberline: I want to see the ship. You have made a mistake. She would never burn her ship.

Dante: I don't think it is wise, sir, and—

Abberline: *pushes him out of the door and follows after* I told you. I want to see the ship.

In an undisclosed location:

Kidd *coughs and sputters, feels the sand of the beach against her face.* Bloody 'ell! What 'appened?? *A voice near at hand startles her.*

Dimitri: I was hoping you'd enlighten me. All I know for certain is I'd sneaked aboard your ship. Minding my own business as it were .. trying to sleep off some bad rum or maybe it was simply too much very good rum. But that's neither here nor there, I woke to smoke and flames. I made it to the deck and that was when I spotted you making for the starboard side of the ship away from the dock. It looked to be that you were trying to slip over the side unseen by anyone for what ever reason. You would have made it but for that bit of burning debris from the mast that took you down. Since you were so close to starboard I snagged you and took you overboard and so here we are some what south of the docks and I still can't understand why you'd burn a perfectly good ship. Would you care to enlighten me?

Kidd *Groans and barks.* No, I wouldna! *Frowns, placing her hands on her head.* I canna sense Kat at all!! It be like she's gone …

At the docks:

Abberline: *stares at the water at the port. The crowd that has fallen entirely silent stares at him* Where is the Apparition? Where has the Apparition gone?

Dante: *standing by him, looking at him with curiosity* I told you, it burned and sank.

Abberline: No. It must have been another ship. I need to see it. The sunken ship. It's not the Apparition.

Dante: *patiently* The ship of your wife sank, Inspector.

Abberline: *not listening to him at all* She has sailed away.... That's why the Apparition is gone. She sailed away. The ship didn't burn. There's no burned ship here. Dammit, she sailed away!

Dante: *opens his mouth again to explain once more the tragedy, but when he sees the glazed over eyes of Abberline, he just shakes his head and turns away. They guy's going nuts.* Someone please call a doctor?

Abberline: *suddenly furious, turns to Dante* Where is the ship! Where is Kat?

Dante: *puts his hands in his pockets, aloof* She's probably dead.

Abberline: You lie to me! You all are a bunch of liars! *he spins around, but the Apparition is not in view. Where has it gone?* Where has the Apparition gone? Where is it? *he spins around again, and again, scanning port, when someone finally grabs him and stops him, he remains passive, staring out at the sea*

Dante: *backs off till the crowd envelopes him, then he slowly retreats and finally leaves the port without anyone noticing his slipping away. Interesting town, this Deppville... *