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nodded her agreement.
    The end of the room had a staircase leading to the master and VIP staterooms — I hope Stewart’s finished moving out —Mark took her straight to her room. The bed had already been stripped, and new bedding was stacked on the bed.
    “I can have Stewart make the bed for you,” Mark said uncomfortably.
    “No—” she shook her head “—that’s all right. I can do it myself.”
    The VIP room was quite magnificent. It had its own television and entertainment center. It had a private bathroom, far too elaborates to refer to it as a head. It had everything, complete with a Jacuzzi tub.
    “Well—” he set her suitcase down “—that’s it.”
    “Yeah, that’s it. You say it as if it’s no big deal. It’s really nice—” she asked   “—do you live on the boat year round?”
    “Yes—” he smiled like a school boy “—I have everything I need.” He loved his boat, but he hadn’t shown it to many people.
    They climbed the stairs to the galley. Stewart was sitting there, a stormy expression clouding his face. “So, how did you guys meet?”
    “My appointment didn’t show, and we just kind of bumped into each other and—” Mark shrugged “—we started talking.”
    “You just bumped into each other ?—” Stewart’s voice oozed sarcasm “—convenient.”
    Mark furrowed his brow— what’s his problem? —he wondered, but didn’t say anything.
    “ Actually—” she took his arm and smiled at him “—I kind of bumped into him.”
     
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    Stewart turned his head so that Mark wouldn’t see him roll his eyes — I can’t believe he’s buying this … she’s after something. I know it! She probably wants his money —he thought and clinched his jaw. He would have to protect his friend.
    Mark had never acted this way as long as Stewart had known him. Ashlyn seemed to have some kind of hold over him. She was beautiful for sure, but …this was ridiculous …and so fast!
    “You know, I’m kind of hungry—” he had to do something “—why don’t we find out if she really can cook before we leave port?”
    “We just ate, so you’re on your o wn for this one,” Mark answered thoughtlessly.
    “Insult to injury,” Stewart mumbled under his breath as he opened the refrigerator. He shook his head, dumbfounded— it’s not as if he has trouble attracting women, why her? —he considered apprehensively.
    Ashlyn started rummaging through the galley , and then she announced, “I’m going to check if we need to buy anything before we put out to sea.”
    “I’ll be in the pilothouse,” Mark told her and left them alone.
    Stewart decided to take advantage of the moment, “So, you’ve never met Mark before today?”
    “No,” she answered without looking at him. She was taking inventory; her head buried in one of the cabinets.
    “And you never heard of him either?” he pressed.
    There was a nearly imperceptible pause, and then she answered him, “No.”
    He persisted, “Not even his name?”
    This time she didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled her head out of the cabinet and stared at him.
    “Why are you asking me this?”
    He began to feel uncomfortable. Her tone seemed somewhat menacing. She stepped toward him, and he backed up a bit.
    “I was just wondering,” he answered slowly, unnerved, and almost afraid.
    Her face went cold, and her eyes burned into his. “Stay out of it!”
    There was no question that it was a threat. He didn’t know what she was after , but he was certain that she was dangerous.

Chapter 3
     
    As I gaze upon the sea all the old romantic legends, all my dreams,
    come back to me. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    ~
     
    Along the east side of Andros Island in the Bahamas, lays a deep oceanic trench known as the Tongue of the Ocean . It drops suddenly from an average water depth of around one hundred and fifteen feet to over six thousand feet, and it extends for nearly one hundred miles. It is easily seen from space by the variation in