You might better take off that shirt and coat afore we git bloody water dribblin' all over them," she said as she reached for his shirt buttons. "Even...if they is sorta bloody and a whole sight dirty already." Uh, yes," he said. "You're right."As he slipped off the jacket, she unfastened two shirt buttons, then ran her hand inside the V-neck of his undershirt. It felt warm as she rubbed it over his chest. "I don't feel no injuries here," she said, "but yore heart shore is a-hammerin'." Well, I. Yes, he'd have made her father proud of her.But Lynne couldn't tell if the fluttering in her stomach was for making her father's memory proud, or for the sheer want she felt for Ensign Robert Bertrand-Avigny.Want is a good word to describe it, too, she thought, but do I dare take it if it's offered? What the hell am I getting into? You don't know anything about boys! They're trouble! Lynne wished she knew what to do, though staying near Robert was a choice in of itself, she was sure.Walking. He looked pale and wan. Exertion was taking its toll on his concussed skull, but he was digging deep. Most men would have vomited from vertigo and nausea by now. By the time he managed to say “Aye, Captain,” he was already rushing down the stairs.Danica came out of her room with Quinn on her heels. “Thanks,” Danica said, getting out of the green man’s way. Quinn gave her a nod, and then sprinted across the deck. The rain made it slick, but Quinn matched Lace for grace. Danica and Captain Vex. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the window of the booth. The rain streaking down the window made it hard to make out the figure the hand belonged to. Joyce’s breathing sped up in fear as she dialed the last number and held up the phone in trembling hands. All she got back was a dial tone. The phone was disconnected!“What do you want? Leave me alone!”The figure outside the booth stepped around and slid something.