JENNA: * Jo ambles out after him, closing the door a little more firmly than she necessarily needs to. She joins him and starts walking up the path, feeling for the first time in several days that things might just be going well. The idea of getting back on a cramped smelly boat seems to provide her with unspeakable relief.

JUSTIN: * Shane marches after her, standing tall with his hands clasped behind him. Finally being on the move again grants a rejuvenated sense of purpose, even if -- for the moment -- that purpose seems rather contradictory to how he's been behaving the past week or so. This is something he will need to confront her with eventually, but it would be a shame to ruin the mood at present. "Staying in one spot for so long must have you feeling rather antsy." He attempts to supply some more smalltalk.

JENNA: "I don't like it." She glances at him, sticking her hands behind her head and lacing her fingers. "I don't even like to stay in Morroc long. I take as many jobs as I can.. keeps me on the move." She shrugs, then grins at him over her shoulder. "I suppose you'd rather stay in Juno, though."

JUSTIN: * Shane fidgets, but regains his composure. "I like it there. For the most part... I mean, I don't have much reason to travel anyway." He reaches a hand around to scratch at his jaw. Obviously his current location rather defies his notion of disliking travel. "Though I admit it's been rough in Juno the last several months."

JENNA: "Rough?" She ambles past the receptionist, waving, and the woman beams cheerily as they move on toward the docks. She looks back at Shane again, wanting further explanation. She has no idea what his definition of 'rough' could possibly be.

JUSTIN: * Shane wishes he hadn't said anything, but he supposes it wouldn't make much sense to try denying it. "My post has come under a lot of negative scrutiny as of late. Criticized for not doing my job, simply because the weekly reports have been so slim. As a result, the guard has not only lost respect with the ruling body, but also with the people we serve. It is completely unfounded and ridiculous, but there isn't much to be done." He shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat, staring idly off to the side as he talks.

JENNA: * Jo bites down on a strong urge to point out that if they had more crime, the guard might have more to do. "I see," she says instead, ambling over to a bench near the dock and settling herself in for the rest of the wait. "Politics again."

JUSTIN: * Shane nods shortly, moving to seat himself beside her. "It always is. Everything goes back to the decisions of a few, whether the rest agree or not." He adjusts his sword, sighing lightly.

JENNA: * She arches an eyebrow at him. "And you still want to go back." She leans back, turning her gaze to the tropical sky. That, she has to admit, is one redeeming feature of the island. "To each his own, I guess."

JUSTIN: * Shane shifts, face going momentarily stubborn. "Well it's still my home, and whether or not I agree with the decisions of my superiors, I am still devoted to my service." His stubbornness turns to weariness, and he leans on his knees. "It's not that simple."

JENNA: * Jo glances at him, then gives a very faint shrug. "Your business, not mine," is all she says, turning her gaze back to the sky. Her fingers drum absently against the back of the bench, the only sign of her increasing impatience.

JUSTIN: * Shane decides she's right about that, and is thankful that her interest seems to have passed. He continues his inspection of the nearby ground, fingers flexing occasionally while he waits.

JENNA: * Jo is content to let the silence be, aware on some level that hostilities will only increase now that they're traveling again. She watches the ocean silently until the ship appears, at which point she sits up, reaching over to tug Shane's arm, then gets to her feet, stretching.

JUSTIN: * Shane looks up at her prompting, noting her standing position, and then looks over his shoulder to see the ship pulling into the dock. He gets to his feet stiffly, straightening his gear again before turning toward the proper pier. "Guess we're off, then."

JENNA: * The ship pulls in with little ceremony, and it's twenty minutes of docking procedures before the passengers even begin to emerge. Jo and Shane have been joined by a few others from the island, readying themselves for the journey home. Among them is the happy couple they encountered when they first arrived.

JUSTIN: * Shane visibly reddens in the face at the sight of this particular pair, and he starts to mutter under his breath. He takes a hold of Jo to move forward in the small crowd before something gets started again. As much as he'd love to make an example of the fellow, it simply wouldn't be proper to cause a scene.

JENNA: * Jo almost yanks away, startled, then she catches sight of the pair and jerks her gaze away before she can start laughing. "This should be an interesting trip," she remarks, baring her teeth in a predatory smile. Meanwhile, the passengers have disembarked -- clearly to their relief -- and are being greeted by the staff. Once they're well on their way, the sailors call for boarding.

JUSTIN: "Hardly the term I would use." Shane says in a much more dour tone of voice, letting her go once he thinks they've reached a safe distance. The call reaches his ears, and he immediately starts off again -- a brief pause to make sure Jo is following -- to keep the distance he's gained.

JENNA: * Jo quickly steps alongside him, arching an eyebrow. "I'll take care of the rooms," she suggests, putting no particular emphasis on the plural. "There's still some money left." Her hand slips into her pack, and she glances over her shoulder to make sure the previous owner won't catch sight of his wallet as she tugs out a few bills.

JUSTIN: * Shane nods shortly, turning an eye to the money as she pulls it out and pursing his lips against anything he might say. He's still almost positive that money wasn't hers at the start, but it is his only way off the island. "Fine by me." He drops back behind her as they near the boarding ramp, arms crossing over his chest. Hopefully the way things are starting won't be an indication of the trip to follow.

JENNA: * Jo puts on a polite face as she approaches the sailor taking tickets and money, smiling when he finally notices her. He looks taken aback by it, for more reasons than one. "What are your rates?" she asks curiously, tucking her hands behind her. "Two hundred per for the upper deck, fifty for the lower," is his response. She doesn't appear to notice his curious gaze as she glances back at Shane for confirmation. "Two upper?" she asks him mildly.

JUSTIN: * Shane isn't too keen on using stolen money to buy posh living quarters, when they certainly haven't done anything to deserve it. But when he thinks back on the previous trip, it is really hard to say no. As proven by his hesitant response. "Upper..." He says meekly, quickly adding: "For more privacy. We don't want a repeat of last trip's gossip..."

JENNA: * A flicker of disappointment crosses the sailor's face as she turns back and repeats the order, handing him the money. He gestures for them to go below, and Jo steps past him onto the deck, then pauses, waiting for Shane. She considers pointing out to him that it was his fault to begin with, but she resists in the interests of peace.

JUSTIN: * Shane sighs as he steps on deck, following after Jo with a weird mixture of relief and guilt. "Separate rooms, this time?" He says once he's next to her. "You sure it was worth the money? Not that I'm arguing against privacy."

JENNA: "I still have some. Probably won't need much after Alberta. Guild credit will get us through most of the waystations." Here she pauses, wondering when it was that she stopped thinking about losing him in the port city. The idea alarms her, and she turns quickly away toward the steps leading below. "Rooms are this way," she says shortly.

JUSTIN: * Shane quirks a brow, wondering what gave her a startle. He follows after her without much of a thought beyond that, though, down the steps below deck. "I don't suppose your 'guild credit' covers Juno city guards?" He asks curiously, wondering if he'll really have to wait as long as that before he can find some way to turn things around.

JENNA: "As long as you keep your mouth shut about being one," is the response, echoing up from below. She stops in a wide area much like the one on the last ship, then makes her way toward the registry, waiting for Shane to join her.

JUSTIN: * Shane stares down as his less-than-inconspicuous uniform, frowning at the thought of requiring to change outfits for the sake of some free services. "I doubt I'll need to open my mouth." He mutters, walking after her again.

JENNA: * Jo exchanges information with the man behind the counter before ambling on again. "Hide the hat and lose the coat," she replies. "It isn't so bad. You won't want to wear it out there anyway." She pauses at the hallway, then steps inside, looking curious. It took some work matching the numbers she was given last time, though she's loathe to ask for help.

JUSTIN: * This only confirms Shane's worries, and he finds it hard to believe her suggestion that he wouldn't want to wear it. It is the only thing he has that would garner respect -- not that he ever gets it anyway, he admits. He decides to just go along with it, as it would be a silly thing to argue about. "If you say so. Which room is mine?" He steps around her, looking up the hallway.

JENNA: "Don't know," she replies, handing him the slip of paper that has their room assignments written on it. She peers at him for a moment. "You don't have to sell it," she says, guessing this to be a bone of contention. "Just stow it away in the packs."

JUSTIN: "I know, I know." Shane hands the note back to her, numbers committed to memory, and walks away in search of their cabins. They are, conveniently, right next to each other at the far end of the hallway, and he motions to them for her benefit.

JENNA: * She walks over to them with a slight shrug. "You pick. I don't care." She shifts slightly, feeling entirely too restless to be confined to a cabin, but maybe the solitude will help get her back in the swing of things. "Doubt either of them have windows, anyway."

JUSTIN: * Shane simply walks toward the one that's closest, that being the far one, and leans against the doorframe for a moment while he watches her. Something nags at him, and he feels the urge to comment on the fact that he won't be able to keep an eye on her. However, nothing comes to mind that wouldn't cause an argument, so he simply straightens again and opens the door to inspect his room.

JENNA: * Jo glances at him, wondering what the stare was all about, then shrugs and steps into her own room without comment. The living quarters are a little more spacious, and the low-slung bed slightly more accommodating. There's also a basin in the corner for washing, as well as a more comfortable table and chair. "For this, they charge four times as much?" she says doubtfully.

JUSTIN: * Shane inspects his own room, much the same as the other, and decides there isn't much to look at to keep him busy. He stows his weapons for the time being, in the chest at the foot of the bed, and steps back into the hall to stand around. He huffs a bored sigh and turns to peer into Jo's room. "At least the bed isn't shaped like a confection."

JENNA: "Small blessings," Jo grunts, setting her belongings on the bed and looking around with a shrug. "Maybe they deliver meals." She then turns to face Shane, brows lifting. "Need anything?"

JUSTIN: * Shane looks startled by the question, quickly taking a step back from the doorway. "Not at all. ... Do you?" He looks down the hallway, then back to her, folding his arms behind his back.

JENNA: "I should be fine," she replies easily, then ambles over to remove her belongings from the bed, stowing them on the floor for the moment and lazily flopping in their place. "Let's hope this voyage is a lot more boring than the last one."

JUSTIN: "Let us hope..." Shane fidgets awkwardly, and decides the boredom is going to have to start sooner rather than later. He tips his hat -- probably pointless, considering the target -- and reaches to shut her door. "I will speak with you later, no doubt."

JENNA: * Jo waves a hand in languid farewell, pleased to an extent that her point got across. "Later," she says agreeably, mind stewing irritably. As soon as they reach Alberta, he is going to have to go. There is no question in her mind.

JUSTIN: * Shane closes her door with a click of the latch, releasing the handle and then stopping to consider his options. Sitting in his room and doing nothing certainly isn't his idea of a swell time. Then again, mingling with a crowd consisting solely of snobby newly weds doesn't sound particularly appetizing, either. He sighs audibly, opting for boredom instead of trouble, and wanders back to his room.

JENNA: * Jo, finally alone, forces herself into a half-doze, finding this to be the best way to pass the time while avoiding any deep and introspective thought. It isn't long, in fact, before the false sleep turns into a real one, and by the time she wakes, they have put out to sea, and the ship is rocking steadily.

JUSTIN: * Shane has been doing exactly the opposite of his female counterpart, sitting on his bed and thinking far too much. And for his time and hardship, he has not reached any conclusions. He still needs to get her back to Juno, and she still won't want to go. So how is he going to arrange this? He really doesn't want it to end in blows. By the time she's woken up again, he's already given himself a terrible headache.

JENNA: * Jo has just decided it's time to start moving around again when a brusque knock sounds at the door. She instantly grimaces, guessing who it might be, but she swings herself upright and ambles over to open the door. To her surprise, it isn't Shane -- in fact, there's no one there, though a quick glance up the hall reveals a retreating sailor. A tray of food lies just outside, and she eyes it suspiciously before crouching to pick it up.

JUSTIN: * Shane pops his head out of his own door at about this moment, spying Jo off to the side. Watching where her gaze is pointed, he soon turns his own to the floor ahead of him and bends to take the plate. "I guess that means they deliver."

JENNA: "Hard to argue with it," she remarks, balancing it carefully on one arm and poking at the contents. Dry bread, stew, a piece of fruit. "Better than field rations, I guess."

JUSTIN: "I suppose so." Shane doesn't seem all too impressed, however, and he makes a face after attempting to nibble the dry bread. "It's better than starving, at any rate. Should be grateful for that."

JENNA: * Jo nods shortly, glancing at him sideways. "Well," she says after a moment, "enjoy." Then she turns to go back in her room, attempting to dispel the mounting unease she suddenly feels at making conversation with him.

JUSTIN: * Shane begins to feel rather awkward, standing alone in the hall with a plate of food, so he doesn't wait around long before returning to the confines of his cabin to eat in silence.

JENNA: * The following morning finds Jo unaccountably cranky. She slept well. She ate well. She's had privacy for the first time in three weeks. None of these facts, however, brighten her mood as she slips outside the door before breakfast and slinks up to the deck, the plan being to run through a few exercises and clear her head.

JUSTIN: * For his part, Shane hasn't slept well, and doesn't rise until the knock comes at his door for breakfast. He retrieves his plate, giving Jo's a sideways glance and assuming she's still in bed. He retreats back into his room and eats his meal slowly, still mulling over thoughts that had kept him tossing and turning the entire night. Eventually he runs out of food to eat, and he steps back out into the hallway to stretch his legs a bit. To his surprise, Jo's plate is still resting on the deck in front of her door. Thinking that perhaps she didn't hear the sailor's knock, he steps over and picks up the plate, knocking a few times with no response. Cracking the door, he steals a brief peak within, and is startled to find the cabin empty.

JENNA: * By that time, Jo has covered most of her basic exercises, taking turns with her hands as she has only one knife. She's pleased to find her injured hand almost in perfect condition. She doesn't seem to notice the stares from passing sailors, content to continue her sets in peace -- at least until she has to find a place for throwing practice. The exercise, it seems, has had the desired effect of improving her mood.

JUSTIN: * Shane deposits the plate of food on the table in Jo's room, before rushing down the hall to try to find the woman. Where would she get off to before breakfast? With so many wealthy people milling about, he fears the worst of his stealthy companion. Despite his frantic searching, however, he can't seem to locate her below deck. This obviously leaves only one option, so he immediately heads up the stairs and into the fresh air of the open deck.

JENNA: * Jo isn't difficult to spot -- most of the tourists are clustered in one area, being entertained (presumably) by workers hired for that purpose. Jo has taken to the opposite side of the deck, where the sailors at work occasionally cast her puzzled glances but otherwise do not interfere.

JUSTIN: * Shane sighs -- partly relieved to see that she hasn't gotten herself in trouble, and partly because of his frustration at getting so worked up. He straightens his hat and coat, and marches across the deck to where she's practicing, a look of agitation on his face. "So there you are. You missed your breakfast, you know."

JENNA: * Jo's spine stiffens at the sound of his voice, but she completes her set without answering and sheathes the dagger, turning with what she hopes is an unconcerned expression. "I'm sure I’ll live." Her brows lift, hands settling on her hips. "Was there something you wanted? There's not much place for me to run in the middle of the ocean."

JUSTIN: * This comment seems to cause Shane to bristle slightly, and he folds his arms over his chest in defiance of such a notion. "Of course there isn't! I'm not stupid, you know." He shifts his weight, looking off to the side and trying to think of an excuse quickly. "I was just worried you might have gotten into something, that's all." This probably wasn't a good choice of words -- but at least it's honest.

JENNA: "I see." The smile on her face is fixed and cool. "Because naturally, the first thing I would do, having slipped out from under your watchful eye is return to my dastardly ways, is that is? Or did you think I'd pick a fight with someone? Slit a few throats, just for fun?" Her voice rises with her mounting temper. "/I'm/ not stupid, either, you realize -- and I'm a damn sight better at being inconspicuous then /you/ are."

JUSTIN: * Shane turns his eyes back to her with a look of pure indignation, as if he can't believe a word he's hearing. "Considering it was your--" He looks quickly at the sailors, then closes in to her and lowers his voice. "Considering it was your 'dastardly ways' that got us onto this ship in the first place, I fail to see why I would be wrong in assuming the worst." He sets his hands on his hips. "You seem to forget on a regular basis that when it comes down to it, you're still a crook. I am bound to think the worst."

JENNA: * She gives him an almost feral look, leaning forward to meet him with a growl. "I am in no way responsible for your idiotic refusal to give up and go home. Even a /crook/ knows when to give up -- and when not to raise a fuss by picking pockets, at that."

JUSTIN: * Shane glances about fearfully, memories of their previous trip poking at the back of his mind. "Would you calm down, you're going to draw attention!" He hisses, but he knows better than to attempt to drag her away from watching eyes physically. "You can claim anything you want, but if you were a person to trust, you wouldn't be a thief. So I don't trust you! And if that hurts your feelings, that is beyond my concern."

JENNA: * At this, she takes a jerky step back, stifling what would probably be a near-hysterical laugh. "Hurt my feelings? You /ass/, I couldn't care less what you think of me -- all I want is for you to get out of my life as fast as humanly possible." She moves to shove past him, mood effectively demolished. "Life on that floating rock really must be boring if you're this desperate to catch a thief."

JUSTIN: * Shane does make the mistake of grabbing her this time, the urge to stop her from retreating far too strong to stop. "That's what this always comes back to, doesn't it! Well I am far from feeling any pity for a thief who is upset that her life is being ruined, by being held accountable for her actions!"

JENNA: * In a change of pace from her previous reactions, she brings one foot slamming down on his own before wrenching back and plowing her fist into whatever part of his torso she can reach -- this time just below his ribs. "I am NOT," she snarls, "your prisoner. Nor am I your /property/."

JUSTIN: * Shane's yelp of pain and surprise is stifled before it can start, when he second attack sends the air rushing out of his lungs. He staggers and sways, and eventually lets go of her arm. Having nothing to steady himself with, he falls onto his knees, waiting with wide eyes for the air to return to his lungs. When it finally does, he's only able to muster a quiet response. "I don't... want any... property..." He turns her a very dire look, and if he had it in him, it is clear he'd hit her back for once.

JENNA: "Then stop acting like you have any rights to my person," she snaps harshly, too angry herself to notice his mood. That said, she turns on her heel and stalks off, determined to get back to her cabin with the door locked before he recovers enough to continue the argument.

JUSTIN: * Shane glares after her retreating form, having more than one response to her accusation. But at the moment it hurts a little to breath, so he lets her go. She's right about one thing -- she can't go anywhere while they're on this ship. So if she gives him the chance, he can always tell her exactly what rights he thinks she has. After a moment to catch his breath, he stands to his feet, rubbing at the sore spot beneath his rib, and slowly makes his way to the stairs.

JENNA: * Jo doubles her pace once she's below, almost running up the hall to her room. Upon reaching it, she flings the door open and skids inside, slamming it shut and seating herself against it, swearing silently at its lack of lock. Once her breathing is steady, she looks around the room a moment. Spying the food on the table redoubles her anger, and it takes a great deal of effort not to slam her already-sore fist into something slightly less yielding than Shane.

JUSTIN: * Shane's trip back to his room goes at a much slower pace, and he sincerely wishes he could go more than a few days without gaining some sort of new injury. The long walk down the hall toward his cabin is interrupted by only a slight pause in front of her door, giving it a hard stare before continuing the last couple meters into his room, where he closes the door quietly and collapses on his bed.

JENNA: * That encounter seems to set the tone for the rest of the trip, as the pair decides they are better off avoiding each other until further notice. The ship's journey, at least, is uneventful, the monsters from before having apparently had their fill of fun and letting this group pass unmolested. For her part, Jo only leaves her room to take her meal and occasionally ask the sailors for updates. She remains lurking by the door for her breakfast tray on one such occasion, and is unnaturally pleased when he tells her that Alberta is on the horizon, and they should be arriving within a couple hours.

JUSTIN: * Shane is up early this particular morning, awaiting his breakfast, and so just happens to be by the door when he overhears Jo inquiring with the sailor. A mere couple hours until dock -- finally, the trip thus far has yet to live up to the relief he thought he'd have at leaving that island behind. Setting foot on the mainland again should do the trick, he hopes. A moment more of waiting doesn't produce a knock at his door, however, and so he peeks out to see where his food has wound up.

JENNA: * Shane's food hasn't moved beyond Jo's door largely because she's still chatting with the sailor -- mostly asking him what the markets are like in Alberta lately. The man doesn't seem to know, but he appears all too happy to keep talking to her. She finally smiles politely, stepping back with her food, and he bobs his head with a flicker of disappointment. Out of the corner of her eye, Jo catches sight of Shane, and she stiffens, attempting to hasten her retreat -- a task not made simpler by the sailor's apparent desire for a lengthier farewell.

JUSTIN: "If you don't mind, I would like my breakfast." Shane says sharply, none too pleased with the sight in front of him. "In fact, I wanted it five minutes ago. I'd kindly ask that you finish your job before chatting up the lady folk." He shifts his glare to Jo. "She'd probably break your arm if you tried, anyway."

JENNA: * Taking this as a challenge, Jo promptly steps forward again, peering around the doorframe at Shane even as the sailor, red in the face, shuffles over to deliver his food. "All men aren't YOU," she snaps, then steps back into her room and shuts the door. The sailor looks at him apologetically. "I, er, she was just askin' some questions. Sorry for the wait."

JUSTIN: * Shane huffs a sigh, accepting the plate with and eyeballing it with some disdain. "It has been a hard couple of weeks, and I have that woman to thank for it. You would do well to keep it short with her, it's more than she deserves as it is." This said, he retreats quickly into his room, door all but slamming behind him.

JENNA: * The sailor flinches at the door slam, then hurries on his way, making a mental note not to talk to /either/ of them in the future. Jo largely finds she's lost her appetite, but she plows through the food anyway, as it's probably the last full meal she's getting for a while. Once finished, she gathers her belongings, slings them over her shoulder and steps into the hall, pausing for a moment before she walks over and gives Shane's door a good, solid kick.

JUSTIN: * Shane nearly drops his half-finished plate of food at the jolting noise, and he shoves it aside to rush the door. He throws it open and steps halfway into the hall before realizing he's right on top of Jo. "Is there something you /need/, madam?"

JENNA: * She gives him a chilly stare, not retreating a step even though he's entirely too close for comfort. "I'm going up on deck. Just to give you fair warning." Her lips curve into a smile, though it's anything but friendly. "Better finish eating quick." Then she turns on her heel to start up the hall.

JUSTIN: * Shane growls at her retreating back, then steps back into his room to gather his equipment and strap it on. He snags his hat from the table and marches after the woman. He'll be damned if he loses track of her during the departure.

JENNA: * This is precisely the reaction Jo expected, and she picks up the pace very slightly as she makes her way up to the deck, pushing right past the bewildered sailor who handed her breakfast. Upon reaching open air, she ambles over to the railing and leans against it, silently watching the approaching city. If nothing else, supplies will be easy to come by -- though prices might be prohibitive.

JUSTIN: * Shane stalks after her with a brisk, but rigid step, ignoring the looks of innocent bystanders as he makes his way to the top deck. He slams his hat onto his head and tugs it tight to keep the wind from claiming it, and walks deliberately to where Jo is leaning against the railing.

JENNA: * Oddly enough, Jo's expression remains serene even after he approaches, and she leans her head against one upraised hand, using the other to point at the docks. "The main market's just outside the port district. You can find almost everything you ever wanted there." She glances at him sideways. "Maybe, anyway."

JUSTIN: * Shane folds his arms and looks away before she can find his eyes, somewhat put off by her sudden change in mood. "I don't have any intention to go shopping, so I doubt it matters." He glances only briefly in the direction she pointed, then off to sea again.

JENNA: "You'll need to resupply, no matter what happens," she replies idly, then continues as if she hadn't spoken at all. "Of course, the merchants there will also charge you for everything from merchandise to the time of day ... so be careful what you ask them." She pauses, grinning again. "I got lost once my first time there, and a helpful young man got me all the way to my destination and then demanded payment."

JUSTIN: * Shane grinds his teeth, wondering why she's insisting on chatting like nothing just happened. "And I suppose you paid him with his own money after you stole it." He turns and starts walking away, head spinning all of a sudden.

JENNA: "He didn't want money," she replies lazily, but she doesn't elaborate still watching the docks. She isn't completely sure why she said it, as he's walking away, and that was what she wanted to begin with.

JUSTIN: * Shane does pause at her response, but he doesn't turn around. After a moment of forcing a reply back down his throat, he starts walking again, until he's well on the other side of the deck. He seats himself near a pile of rope, glaring at the wood beneath his feet, and tries to ignore everything around him.

JENNA: * Jo watches Alberta's approach almost in a daze, feeling as if her trip is finally most of the way over with this return to familiar territory. It's just a small matter of getting rid of her excess baggage, and she'll be homeward bound. It's better that way, really. He'll stand less chance of getting killed. Then she wonders why she felt the need to tell herself that.

JUSTIN: * Shane begins to wish he'd finished the rest of his breakfast before storming after the woman. She really doesn't deserve that sort of regard, that single-minded attention. He doesn't want her to think she has any sort of control over him, that just wouldn't do. But he can't stand for this kind of disrespect! A common criminal, and he, a captain of the guard. He mutters under his breath for the rest of the short trip, until the ship has begun its docking procedures and he is deprived of his seat by the sailors.

JENNA: * Jo manages to stay out of the way of the men at work, though she also manages to stay conspicuously close to where the ramp will lead down to the dock. She tucks her hands behind her back, smiling occasionally at the sailors out of politeness, and rocks back on her heels, impatience increasing.

JUSTIN: * With everyone gearing up for departure, Shane decides he'd best get Jo back in sight, and within a safe distance. Milling through the crowd of sailors, he manages to sneak up on the woman from behind. "Don't get any ideas." He says shortly.

JENNA: * She glances back at him insolently, resisting a strong temptation to stick her tongue out. She settles for rolling her eyes at him very deliberately and turning back to face the work at hand. She continues to rock, lacing her fingers behind her back, then quietly begins to hum.

JUSTIN: * Shane tries to ignore the sound, very much wishing she was still as miserable as he is. While he would never normally wish something cruel upon another person, she has got him very much at his wit's end. He imagines it is only going to get worse, and he just prays that he has the self-control to keep himself from doing anything he'll regret. It isn't long at all before the sailors prep the ramp and begin to call the rest of the passengers up on deck to disembark.

JENNA: * Jo starts immediately down the ramp -- almost before the sailors have given the go-ahead, and before long, she's joining the crowds on the way to the market. She doubts losing him will be that simple, but it's a place to start.