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James smiled as the cute cabin girl returned with the rope and the wood.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Winkie," he said cheerfully. He glanced down at the map again. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. The closest thing to a clear path I've found is a straight line down the center of the Rocks, but I have a nagging feeling that's not it. It's too easy.

"Hell, I have no idea why the captain is even interested in sailing there anyway." The last part was a lie. He jumped when he heard the scream, but figured it was probably the poor helmsman getting his balls ripped off by the captain for bumping into something before quite leaving port.

"I won't be needing anything right now," James told Winkie. "But once we're really underway, I'm going to need someone to turn one of the hour glasses for me." He guestured to a cabinet where he'd found several small hour glasses. "If you're not busy, that'd be really helpful." As he spoke, James could help but allow his eyes to roam across Winkie's body, taking her in in all her beauty.