At Tropical Breeze: 

After Ava and George's interesting meeting with the commander they are at home George is cooking something good. Ava is upstairs tidying up the mess in the bedroom she hears some one talking

Mystery voice: *the voice is clear as a bell* Some one help me you got to help me some one

Ava *panicking she runs down the stairs to see George happily cooking he turns around with his finger in his mouth.

George: What's up Ava you look as if you seen a ghost

Ava: *nervously laughs she walks over to George, George takes her in his free arm and Ava rest her head on his shoulder.* Oh nothing George I just was following that wonderful smell darling

George: *taking a spoon full of his pasta sauce* Here try it what do you think

Ava: It's hot *giggles* It's good George

Mystery Voice: *the voice sounds pained* Help me please make it stop

Ava: George did you hear that

George: Here what all I can hear is the sea babe.

Ava: *laughs* Oh I thought I heard something now tell Mr Jung how did you learn to cook this great food.

George: A man has to learn when he's by himself there so much cornflakes you can eat. Ava do you know what cornflakes are made out of

Ava: No

George: you dont want to know Willy told me once ew

Ava: *raising her eyebrow* Oh baby *she kisses him*

Mystery Voice: *Ava see's a flash of light* Help me please I dont wanna *the voice fades*

Ava:*freaks out* George you got to have heard that or saw that flash of light

George: Ava are you ok you seem freaked out why dont you lay down in the living room and I'll be in there in a second.

Ava: Ok *Ava heads into the living room and lays on the sofa Ava starts to think she is going crazy first the voice and then the light. No Ava tells herself she's just tired that's all if she closes her eyes it will all disappear*

On The Apparition:

Ichy *stands dazed as he sees the flames leaping from a cabin window on the Libertine Trailer, he runs down and bangs on Kat's cabin door*  Libertine Trailer!  It's burning!

Kat *Opens the door*  A fire???  * Racing on deck to see for herself.  Roars*  'ARD ASTERN!!  BRING US ABOUT.  MOVE, YE SLIMEY SONS O'BILGE RATS!!!  MAKE ALL SPEED TE THAT SHIP!!!

On The Libertine Trailer:

Manouche *frantically trying to fight the fire in the cabin, tries to calm her anguish as she knows in her heart it’s gotten too far out of control.  She tried the fire extinguisher, tried throwing canvases and blankets over it, to no avail.  She finally stops, stands back, looking up as the flames climb higher, tears fill her eyes.  She knows she promised Perhan that she would abandon ship if it was a lost cause, but she loves the ship; she can’t bring herself to leave.  She wipes her face with an arm, starts to tremble despite the intense heat of the fire.  Then her spine stiffens as she hears a voice behind her*

Don’t tell me you’ve decided to go down with the ship.

Manouche *spins around, stares in amazement as she sees the Leader and two of the Shadows close behind him, standing on the deck*  B-by th’ powers …

Leader *looks as he always has, wrapped in a black cloak, the same cold, glinting eyes that Manouche always found unsettling.  He shakes his head*  What have you done to yourself this time, Dreamer?

Manouche *swallows, takes a minute before she can find her voice*  Ahh, well … y’know how it is, mate.  Accidents’ll happen, ay?

Leader:  This is your doing?  *Manouche nods, feels the eyes fixed on her, but she holds her own*  I see.  So as punishment, you’re going to go down with your ship.  I thought you were too much of a pirate to go by such an antiquated nautical notion.

Manouche:  It ain’t so much that.  A – a captain’s responsible fer th’ ship an’ everyone on it, that much I believe.  An’ I’ve cut an’ run from more’n one sinkin’ ship in th’ past.  But … *looks around the ship wistfully, swallows tears* … it’s jus’ that … *clears her throat*  Never mind, ye wouldn’t understand.

Leader:  Then it must have something to do with emotions.  It’s how you feel about the ship, isn’t it?  *makes an impatient sound*  I’ll never understand humans.  *holds up a hand at her frown*  Don’t get yourself in a state.  I’m here to help you.  I can put out that fire, save your ship.

Manouche *eyes widen*  Y-ye can?  *arches a brow, looks at him suspiciously*  At what price?

Leader:  Well, of course we have a need for your services.  Just a small thing, really.  Nothing life-threatening.  *looks at the fire*  You’d best decide soon, before there’s nothing left to save.

Manouche:  Bloody ‘ell, is that all ye can tell me?

Leader:  Very well.  We need to make use of your abilities.  We’ll take you from here, you won’t be gone long.  And when we’re finished, we’ll get you back home.  Do we have an accord?

Manouche *frowns, then looks at the fire, her desperation overwhelming.  She turns back to him, nods*  Aye, we ‘ave an accord.

Leader *nods, steps back, makes a wide sweeping motion.  Manouche is blown off her feet as a huge wind kicks up, bringing with it a torrent of rain and ear-splitting thunder and lightening.  Manouche, lying on the deck, hands over her head, finally looks up, is amazed to see that the storm is right over her ship, and nowhere else.  She can look out, barely see The Apparition, and the small boat with Perhan and Abberline.  She brings her hands up over her head and ducks again at another very loud crack of thunder; then, almost as quickly as it started, the storm ends, the rain having completely extinguished the fire*

Manouche *slowly rises, looks at the cabin, damaged but not irreparable.  She’s so relieved and overjoyed, she fights tears that come to her eyes again; turns to the Leader, nods humbly*  Ye ‘ave no idea what this means t’ me.  *pauses, tries to calm her anxious heartbeat, looks the Leader square in the eyes*  Tell me what ye wish me t’ do.

Leader *moves closer to her, and the Shadows move around her, as well.  The Leader brings the long sleeves of his cloak around them all, and Manouche winces at the high-pitched buzzing from the Shadows.  They spin and meld into one another, Manouche gritting her teeth against the dizzying motion, and they disappear in a burst of putty-colored smoke*

Abberline *in the small boat, feels that the berth starts to rock like he were in a small boat instead of inside a ship, mumbles*  Kat, the bloody bed ... s'rocking ... *he fumbles for the rum, but he doesn't find it, he opens his eyes*  Kat, the rum is gone!

Perhan *has watched everything happening on the ship through a small telescope, shakes his head in disbelief*  By all the saints, I don’t believe—  *he looks around, sees The Apparition, then looks back at The Libertine Trailer, which is closer.  He takes up the oars again, starts rowing back to The Libertine Trailer.  Perhaps he didn’t see correctly; perhaps Manouche is still on board.  And if she isn’t … he knows that she would want him to see the ship safely into Deppville harbor.  He hears Abberline, looks at him*  So, you’re back among the living, eh, Inspector?  We’re on our way back to The Libertine Trailer.  It looks like Manouche has managed to put out the fire.  *pauses as he starts rowing, continues*  Are you feelin’ better, you all right?  You inhaled a lot of smoke …

Abberline *hearing an unfamiliar voice as if from a distance and forces his eyes open*  What're you doin' here for?  Smoke, eh?  Yea, I could use one ... *then his eyes slowly shut again*

Perhan *looks at him, shakes his head, continues rowing.  When they reach the side of the ship, he ties off the small boat, then leans over, shakes Abberline’s shoulder*  Inspector, wake up!  Unless you want to sleep here for awhile.  I can’t haul you up topside by myself.

Abberline *tries to brush off his hand*  Get off me!  *then he staggers up and looks at the ship looming over them*  Bloody, I ain't goin' anywhere.  *He falls back*  The rum, where's the rum?

Perhan *annoyed*  Fine, stay here!  We’ll see how you like the ride down here once I get under way.  *he climbs up the side of the ship, makes it to the top deck, calling out*  Manouche?  Captain, are you here?  Manouche!  *after awhile, he gives up, deeply concerned.  What he saw must’ve been real.  It was the Guardians, he’d seen them many times before, being familiar with the legends of the soul box.  What could they want with Manouche at this point?  He shakes his head as if to clear it; best to just get the ship back to Deppville, as she would wish.  Once he gets back, he can find Malachi; he seems to know something about these things, seems to have a connection with Manouche.  Maybe he can even sense where she is … dreamers … *

*He briefly examines the scorched cabin, wondering how the fire got started.  He shuffles some of the debris out of the way, finds the rum bottle … Abberline is a heavy smoker; Perhan wonders if a cigarette was the cause.  He finally decides not to move anything else, in case there’s any kind of investigation; though, knowing Manouche as he does, he’s pretty certain she’ll simply have the ship repaired and won’t care much what caused it.  Smirks as he adds to himself, especially if Abberline had anything to do with it.  He knows she has a soft spot for the Inspector.  He takes one last look around the cabin, leaves, goes to prepare the ship to head home.  Once everything’s ready, he takes his place at the wheel, bears down on The Apparition.  When he gets closer, he calls out*  Ahoy!  Kidd, are you there?  Can you spare someone to help me with Inspector Abberline?  He’s acting bloody strange, he won’t come aboard, insists on stayin’ in that tiny boat bein’ dragged behind!  Just someone to help me bring him aboard, then I’ll leave you all in peace …

Kat:  STRANGE, BE 'E 'URT???  *Without waiting for an answer, she dives off the ship and swims to the small boat pulling herself onboard.  Grabbing Abby's arm and looking for any sign of harm.*  Abby luv, be ye sound.  Answer, man!!

At Rartigillichal:

Blake *returns home very late, coming in quietly, then remembering he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone – Manouche is gone, Alifi and Chírilo are in the guest house, and Elliott and Dawn are in the mill house.  He enters the living room, goes straight to the buffet, pours a drink*

Alifi *sleepily, from the sofa*  Oh … hello, Blake …

Blake:  GAAHH!!  *jumps at the sound of her voice, nearly spills his drink, spins around*  Alifi, what’re you doin’ here?  You ‘bout gave me a heart attack!

Alifi:  I’m so sorry!  *she sits up, yawning*  I … I don’t know why I’m here.  I just couldn’t sleep … and for some reason, I wanted to be here.  Is Manouche home yet?

Blake *shakes his head*  Want a drink?

Alifi:  Please.  Where have you been all this time?

Blake *brings both glasses over to the sofa, hands her one, sits down next to her*  I went to the docks for awhile, I was hopin’ I would see her.  Then I went to Chez Roux … *takes a drink, looks at her*  Do you know Daphne?

Alifi *thinks for a moment*  Daphne … oh, didn’t she work at the hospital?  Good-looking redhead?  She went out with Inspector Abberline for awhile.

Blake *nods*  She’s visiting … Salome was her cousin.

Alifi:  Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, how terrible for her.  *takes a drink, looks at him carefully*  You ran into her, I take it?

Blake *nods*  We had a coupla drinks at Chez Roux.  To be honest, we talked for hours, I don’t know where the time went.  Turns out she recently read some of my poetry.  Nice girl.  *takes another drink*

Alifi *is quiet for a few minutes, then asks*  Blake, what’s bothering you?

Blake *hesitates, then pulls the letter out of his pocket*  I got this in the mail today.  It was forwarded from Cleveland.  It’s from my ex-fiancée.  Apparently, she’s had a change of heart … she misses me.  *he unfolds the letter, gazes at it*  We were too young … she got pregnant by another guy while she and I were together, then he left her to deal with it alone.  I helped her … I was so in love with her, I didn’t care whose kid it was, I wanted to stay with her an’ help her raise it, if she would have me.  *he looks at Alifi*  I sound like the biggest sucker in the world, don’t I?

Alifi:  No, dear.  You just sound like a very kind man who was in love.

Blake *looks at her steadily, takes another drink*  She wants to see me.  She wants to start again, she’s apologizing for everything.

Alifi *watches him carefully, half afraid to continue asking questions*  What are you thinking, William Blake?

Blake *looks at her quickly*  Oh … oh hell, Alifi, I didn’t mean to scare you.  *smiles a sad smile*  You didn’t think I was considering it, did you?  *he finishes his drink, stands up, goes to the buffet, grabs the bottle, brings it to the table; pours another*  I’m in love with Manouche, she’s my wife, I don’t want anyone else.  *pauses, trying to collect his thoughts*  It’s just that … well … this really threw me.  *holds up the letter*  She was my first love, it nearly killed me when she had that baby then gave it up for adoption, then left me without so much as a note.  I was in a rage for years.  Then the anger all just … went away.  I couldn’t keep it alive anymore, it was hurting me too much, it was eating away at me inside.  So I finally learned to let it go.  But … reading this letter, just brought it all back … *looks at Alifi* … it brought all the good times back, not the bad.

Alifi:  Then you’ve truly forgiven her and moved on.  *drinks*  It’s good if you can hold onto something positive from that time.

Blake *runs a hand through his hair*  I know that, but … *glances around, leans closer to her, looks a little ashamed*  Alifi, I hate to admit this … all day I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be if I could only have all that with Manouche.  I would never tell her this, I would never hurt her by bringing up what we can’t have … children, a normal life without all the action an’ crazy stuff happening all the time … *lowers his eyes*  I feel like such a bastard for even thinking it.  I’m married to a beautiful, desirable woman who’s got a great sense of humor, she’s loving and caring, she helps her friends, she’s wise, sensitive and kind, an’ has some amazing abilities.  That should be more than enough for any man, an’ usually it is.  About 99 percent of the time.

Alifi:  And today you’re faced with that missing one percent.

Blake *nods sadly*  I don’t think it would even enter into my head, except … damn it, Alifi, she’s done it again.  She’s taken off without tellin’ me where she was going, or what she was doing.  I know she’s settling a score with someone, I figured out that much.  But what was it?  And why didn’t she take me with her?  She’s been doing that more in recent times.  Why’d she leave me out this time?

Alifi *sighs*  I told her I wouldn’t tell you, but you deserve to know what she’s doing, so she’ll just have to yell at me.  *takes a breath*  She found that picture, in the trash.  She said there are others, that were sent to Kat, and there are other pictures of Inspector Abberline, incriminating pictures of him taking bribes, being involved in police brutality, and so on.  *takes a drink*  Manouche found out who’s responsible.  She’s dealing with them right now.

Blake *stares at her, shocked*  Oh …

Alifi:  She wanted to spare you, same as you wanted to spare her by throwing the picture away.  She … she knew bringing these men to the law would do no good, because … well, Portsmith apparently is involved, too.

Blake:  Portsmith!  Well, of COURSE she’s involved!  *stands up, starts pacing*  Why should the law leave us alone?  We’re scallywags, aren’t we?  We’re devils, an’ black sheep, an’ really bad eggs!  *continues to pace, becoming angrier*  This is just the sort of thing I’m on about, Alifi.  I love Manouche, I really do … but I get so blasted TIRED of all this.  *points at the letter on the table*  Then somethin’ like this comes along … no, I have no intention of leavin’ my wife.  But … I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that a letter like that … well, it makes a man think …

Alifi:  Blake, sit down … *he comes over to the sofa, sits next to her, picks up his drink, drains the glass*  Don’t be too hard on yourself, savvy?  It’s only natural that you’d become frustrated with this life at times, it’s not an easy life.  You had your days as an outlaw and a nomad, and Manouche has been through similar circumstances.  So the two of you find each other, and while those early days make it easy for you to be understanding of one another, it’s hard to think you may never break completely free of the consequences.  Right?

Blake *mumbles*  That’s about the size of it, yes.  I always think, life’s so good, an’ if someday we can just make that final break with the troubles … *looks straight ahead, gazing into the fireplace* … trouble is, I don’t think we’re ever gonna quite make it.  I feel like no matter how settled we are, no matter how respectable we try to be … we’re always gonna have someone after one or both of us.  When I think of all that, I’m glad we don’t have children.  An’ I reckon that’s how Manouche must feel.  *turns to Alifi, his eyes filled with sorrow*  Why else wouldn’t she have made a move by now to legally adopt one of those kids from la Maison de Paradis?  I’ve been tryin’ so hard not to get too attached to any of ‘em, especially the little girl stayin’ with us right now, Chírilo.  *glances around*  Where is she, anyway?

Alifi:  In the guest house.  She fell asleep looking at one of Raven’s books.  Earlier tonight, I was showing her some card tricks, then we got into a game of some sort, I don’t even remember what we were playing.  *smirks*  Little operator conned $20 from me.  She probably made up the game as we went along.

Blake *laughs*  God, she’s so much like Manouche!  Sometimes I think it could happen, I picture us an’ that funny little girl, Chírilo … *voice trails off, smile fades*  Never mind.

Alifi *not sure what to say, takes one of Blake’s hands, squeezes it*  What’re you going to do about the letter?

Blake *shrugs*  I haven’t decided yet.  I don’t know if I should answer it or not.  Part of me wants to throw it away … part of me wants to write to her … *looks at Alifi, guiltily*  Part of me wants to see her.

Alifi:  There’s no right or wrong answer to any of this.  You have to decide. 

Blake *manages a small smile*  I hate that answer.

Alifi *laughs softly, squeezes his hand again*  You know Manouche will be supportive no matter what, even if you feel you need to see this girl again.  You never really had good closure with that situation, Blake.  Take your time, think it over, write a draft letter to her and don’t send it.  When Manouche comes home, talk to her about it.  In other words, do what you two always do.  It’s worked pure dead brilliant for you both almost from day one.

Blake *nods*  Thank you, Alifi.  *he leans over, kisses her cheek, stands up*  Guess I’ll get some sleep.  I love Manouche more than ever, you know that …

Alifi *smiles*  Goodnight, Blake.  *she watches him leave the room, hears him go upstairs, close the door.  She finishes her drink, murmurs quietly*  Hurry home, bird …