Do you understand?" Yes... Shawn."She pointed at the bow and repeated my words. "Computer, reference position. Distance twenty metres. Elevation neutr...l. Proceed now."The ship hull now filled the screen. The black painted hull and the bright white lettering showing the name I chose for the ship. The name Juni was easily seen but was off centre. Both people looked at the hull and could see the way the steel plates joined. The weld was prominent but not much. The wire rope strung around the edge. I manoeuvre myself into a sitting position, on the demon’s wide lap. I feel his hot breath in my hair and against my neck as he leans over, watching me intently. Nervous, I eye out the spread apprehensively, still reluctant to be Persephone.It’s a little too late, don’t you think? The voice of Mother Selena is brutally honest.I reach out into the selection of food, feeling the demon’s eyes watch my every move. Choosing a pomegranate (oh the irony), I rip into the leathery carmine coloured. He was right! The only things she'd done of her own free will were the secret things. Even then, the boys ... her cousins ... had called all the shots, except for actually fucking her. She hadn't let them do that. She'd wanted to, but was too afraid. And school. She remembered now that she'd talked about archeology, but her grandmother had pooh-poohed that. Nobody could make a living in archeology. Business was the ticket. An MBA would open doors for her.Had it? Her shop was doing well. Her. They agreed.All three men recommended the same solution to the problem: The charter of a large, long-range-capable seaplane to take me from Honolulu to Sally Island. This was by far the fastest and most direct means of reaching the island and returning from it. The plane would need to carry extra fuel, and would be limited in the amount of cargo that could be brought away from Sally Island, but it would be practicable for the journey and would make it possible to bring out one or two persons,.