Chapter 2 The party is over. Get back to your ships. I shout, yanking off my uniform and towing off my boots. There is a mighty storm to the west that headed for us. Hurry! But I need not have said anything for as soon as Joseph Jarrod sees that low line of pitch black clouds forming up on the horizon. His leg is over the rail of the Lee and he is back in his launch heading for the dart. He is followed closely by Jamie Fletcher, but not before I grab him as I'm pulling off my dress trousers and plentered good one on his mouth. Please be careful, Jamie. I'd rather he's here. Get down all the canvas you can and quickly I have heard that tropical typhoons are just as bad as Arrakenes, maybe even worse. And I know what to do, dearest. He says, wrapping his arms about me and holding me to him. I know what to do about my ship, but I don't know what to do about you. One more kiss, Jamie, please.