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he had the energy for it after preparing two corpses for cremation.
    Purposely deciding against using the com a second time, I left the wheelhouse and headed over to Sam in the cargo hold, who stood among several head-high stacks of crates and boxes. “Where’s Rammus?”
    “He’ll be coming back from the deck shortly.”
    I turned around, headed for the deck, and found Rammus descending the steep steel stairs. I motioned him to stop. He gave me a curious look as I glanced in Sam’s direction before ascending to the hatch. I took hold of his arm. “Anyone else been this way recently?”
    “No, sir.”
    I glanced up and down the starboard side of my ship. I let go of his arm. Sam and the cargo hold were well out earshot. I spoke in a low voice anyway. “Rammus, we’ve got some special cargo. A woman. She goes by the name of Jessie but her real name is... is Amphitrite.” Once again my stomach did a flop. Rammus’s slate eyes widened.
    “That’s--”
    “Do not call her anything but Jessie. She doesn’t leave this ship, unless I say so. Got it?”
    “Yes, Captain. I hope this portends good.”
    “So do I. Now get back to work.”

 
    Chapter 5                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
     
    Surrounded by Men
     
    Jessie ate her chicken stir fry with her gaze frequently checking each man’s proximity to her, using each raise of her fork as an opportunity to disguise her wariness, even though her inability to take a seat gave away part of how terrified she was. The more complacent these jerks got, the easier it would be to defend herself later, whenever necessary. Men were acceptable to have around, so long as they knew their place.
    However, she was safest when she knew her place as well. Right now, she was an intruder who was getting fed.
    Back on Tethys’s ship, there had been three other women. Two of them were crybabies that did nothing but feel sorry for themselves, and one was a whore who must’ve been a nympho. Unfortunately, her hormones made her think she was some sort of sex queen or goddess; the whore started pulling