Lunch was a crab boil out on the deck. Magnifico!Dungeness, Kielbasa, corn on the cob, potatoes, clams, mussels. Lemonade. Walker winked at me — the...feed was just like a dinner we’d had in New Iberia, Louisiana. Crawfish instead of crab, Andouille, beer. But it was a virtual repeat. Even the garlic bread.Back on board our ship, a crowd of around twenty folks had ringed the Texas Hold ‘Em table. I didn’t pause, just gave the three largest stacks of chips a quick double-o. AKA’s pile was. Here they had met the Librarian and helped her mission to collect items, mostly writings, but also to deliver messages, to people in the past, or the future. Once, they had been to the moon.Or so they told one another. Jack doubted his own memories, it all seemed so long ago. "Do you really believe it all happened, Annie? I mean, the way we remember it?" Of course it did, Jack!" Annie smiled. She had grown much in the past ten years. Adulthood was being kind to her. To both of them, really.. "One moment I was sleeping so soundly with you, then I woke up and I couldn't feel you anywhere. I mean you were right there, but you weren't. That part of me that you have become wasn't there anymore and I thought I was going to die."I held her tightly and reassured her softly that I was right there, that I wasn't going anywhere and that I loved her.But as I lay there, the dream I was having came back to me. It was the clearing again, the same one from the picture in Angela's house, that now. She took a whip from the bedside table."Make a sound and I'll whip you twice as hard for twice as long," she warned.I nodded and gritted my teeth to prepare myself for the punishment. She stepped behind me and I felt her touch on my ass cheeks. Then the biting edge of the whip. I bit my lip and stopped any sound from escaping despite the relentless stinging blows. She stopped for a second to admire her handiwork. "Oh slave your ass is red and raw," she commented."Mmm," I said."Do you think.