Jason gave them a twitching half-smile and said nothing."Heh, if I had ta guess, I woulda said yer gettin' him a Starfleet uniform."Jason adjusted his...glasses. "Um, well, actually ... well, you shouldn't really assume that ... um ... uh, yeah, that's pretty much it."Richie snorted laughter. Ned tried to hold back but guffawed as well."Oh, now, be nice, both of you!" Cassie said."You know, I've hardly said a single thing about Star Trek these past two months--" Jason began.Richie and Ned laughed. .. it seemed.Sam's body responded accordingly and he gave a little groan. He would never get enough of her, he realised."I'm off!" he yelled to her through clenched teeth."See you later then!" was her muffled response just before he heard the water running.Instantly his head filled with images of Sarah in the shower soaping down her body ... he briefly enjoyed the fantasy of crying off work and – joining her instead..."Think meetings ... think work!" he growled to himself as he left the flat. Small trading vessels ... most about the size of the Vellamo II ... some 90 feet ... were voyaging to the islands.The crews were exceeding competent; they should be, many were officers in the Imperial Japanese Navy. While the trader was bartering for whatever wealth there may be, the crew was mapping heights, taking soundings of anchorages, locating obstacles in lagoons, and being very thorough about it.They were polite, caused no trouble, did their assigned tasks, paid a little better than the. ‘I was confused about that, also.’ said Phyllis. ‘It was Don that got me on the right path, there. Don?’ Everyone looked at me. ‘Well, they had no trouble getting out of that room,’ I said, ‘for the very simple reason they were never in that room to begin with.’ There were gasps and murmurs as I continued. ‘There were three possibilities for the disappearance of this couple.’ I said. ‘First, alien abductions or the U.S.S. Enterprise came along and beamed them up, Scotty. I somewhat discounted.