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table. Above and behind the helm was a tower with various antennas and radar equipment.
    Still on the top deck, he motioned down the stairs toward the stern. There was a small motor boat covered and stored there, as well as various crates and tools.
    “There isn’t much to see down there.”
    “Do you use that boat much?—” she asked curiously “—How do you get it off the ship?”
    “It has a lifting crane —” he indicated an apparatus “—I don’t use it very often. The draft of the yacht is less than six feet, and I can usually get to a dock if I’m going in for supplies.”
    He continued the tour by taking her down into the pilothouse—they had come through it on the way up. A large number of radar screens, monitors, and other equipment filled the area. The communications desk had a satellite telephone, radio, and other electronic equipment.
    “Looks like you have everything you could possibly need—” she gave him a lopsided grin “—I don’t even know what half of this stuff is.”
    “I don’t either—” he furrowed his brow and then laughed “—actually I do, but I suppose it’s a bit overdone.”
    “At least you don’t have to worry about not having something you need—” she tilted her head flirtatiously “—maybe you can teach me how to use all of it.”
    He nodded, suddenly uncomfortable by her aggressiveness , and the thought crossed his mind— I hope I made the right decision —but he motioned around the room continuing the tour.
    A plush sofa wrapped around part of the room until it ended at the downward spiral staircase. Large angled windows covered the top half of the front and sides.
    Looking at the windshield wipers, she spoke nervously, “Have you ever been caught in a storm out here?”
    “Of course —” confused he said “—I thought you lived on a boat for a while. Surely, you’ve been in a storm.”
    She blushed, “Well, of course, but this is …you know …”
    “The Bermuda Triangle?” he completed her statement.
    “Yeah,” she averted her eyes for a second.
    “That’s what I’m out here studying. I mean I’m looking for anomalous readings, electromagnetic fields, and—” he hesitated “—things like that.”
    “I guess you told me , but I really didn’t think about it,” she admitted.
    “You can still get out of this arrangement if you want,” he offered.
    “No, I’m fine—” she laughed at herself “—I didn’t think I was superstitious.”
    “I don’t think it i s superstition—” he spoke seriously “—I think there is something real and explainable going on out here.”
    When she didn’t say anything, he gestured toward the staircase, “Shall we?”
    They went down to the aft deck where they had been before. Now there was more time to look around. There was another sofa, as well as a table. A large flat-screen TV covered part of the wall near the entrance to the salon. They walked through the open smoked-colored sliding-glass doors into the parlor. A plush beige carpet embossed with a subtle diamond design covered the floor. Large windows enveloped the starboard and port sides of the room about half way up. Deluxe furnishings, a sofa, easy chairs, and elegant cabinetry graced the room.
    The forward section was a dining area with a glass-topped table; elegant lighting and works of art adorned the walls. The next section contained staircases in the center leading down to a foyer connecting the downstairs office, lab, equipment room, engine room, and crew quarters. He pointed them out but didn’t show them to her.
    Doors on both sides exited to outside walkways leading to the bow of the ship and Jacuzzi area, with internal hallways leading to the galley. That dining room was less formal than the other one. It had all the usual cooking and kitchen appliances. As in the other rooms, it had a television built into the wall.
    “Just let me know of any supplies you want me to buy before we leave port,” he offered.
    She