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expect to pay me?" Captain Josue asked, and spread his hands to show how unencumbered I was by those phantom millions.

"Electronic transfer," I said. "It's how business works these days. People don't carry cash, they carry personal identification numbers and ATM cards." He wasn't convinced. "And how does this help me? Do you see any computers on my ship?" I gave him a very slow smile. "If you take me where I want to go, I promise you, I'll fill your ship so full of dollars you won't be able to sleep without restacking bundles of cash."

"Then give me your account number and PIN code. I'll check it out." I raised my eyebrows. "I thought you didn't have a computer."

"That's not what I said." He laughed. "You give me the information and I'll verify that you're not a lying whore. That seems fair."

"Sorry. It's all I have to bargain with. Guess you'll just have to trust me."

"I was born at night, mermaid. Not last night," he said. I didn't like the confidence of his smile. "You show me cash, and then I believe you. Not before. Thiago, take her below." The guy who'd copped to being a comic book geek grabbed my arm and hustled me down the narrow space between the wheelhouse and the railing, toward the stern of the boat. "Hey, Thiago?" I asked. "I could use some help here. Talk to your boss, would you?"

"Shut up," he said. "You won't like me when I'm angry." So much for geek solidarity.

Two hatches later, I was shoved across a rusty threshold and into some kind of ship's hold.

It was nothing like the vast, spacious warehouse of the Grand Paradise ; this was a cramped, hot, stinking metal box that gave mute evidence that the ship had once been a fishing vessel.

I swore I'd never eat tuna again.

"Hey!" I yelled, as the hatch banged shut behind me. "You're really going to regret this!" And that sounded so stock B-movie that I shut up and found a place to sit and rest my aching head on my aching crossed arms.

The burning torch on my back throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and I could feel it stretching back through the aetheric, a slimy tether that kept pulling on me, trying to drag me to the dark side.

"Keep your shirt on, Bob," I murmured to the dead fish. "A girl's got to sleep sometime." I curled up in a nest of burlap and old packing material from one of the crates, and fell completely unconscious.

Not a care in the world, strangely enough. Too tired to have one.

When I woke up, my whole body ached less, but that only meant the alert level had gone down from red to orange, damage-wise. No way could I swim far in my current state. I needed the ship if I intended to stay alive.

Well, if I couldn't buy it, there were other ways. They were as dangerous to me as to the captain, though.

I banged on the hatch until I got attention, and was dragged back up on deck. It was midday, and the sun was dazzling on the water. I blinked against the glare.

Josue was once again lounging at the rail. "Don't you ever work?" I asked him.

"Don't you ever shut up?" He nodded to the crew-man holding my arm, and another gun dug into my ribs. "Now, maybe you're willing to tell me the account number of all this mythical money you have to share?"

I shook my head.

"Wrong answer." He turned to Thiago, who was holding me. "Shoot her and put her over the side. Do it in the stomach. That way she has time to change her mind before the sharks come."

Damn.I was glad this guy wasn't a Warden.

Thiago tried to follow orders, but when he pulled the trigger, it resulted in a dry click. He tried again, frowning.

"Here, let me see," I said. I took the pistol from him, held it in my hand, and melted the barrel into dripping slag that ran through my glowing fingers and in streams across the deck. "Oh, there's your problem. Man, they really don't make these things like they used to."

I heard more clicks as other pirates joined the hunting party, but I'd disrupted the firing mechanisms of every single gun aboard the ship in one fast burst. So many delicate parts to a gun, really. Not like a good blunt object. "Don't make me blow up your ammunition," I said. "It'll take your hands