Eden was quietly crouched in a dark corner of the ship's lowest cabin. The dingy material of her berth hung low over her, casting all but her boots in shadow. Though she knew she was alone, she still kept her backpack between herself and the wall, shielding it. She gnawed at the corner of her dry lower lip, and gently fiddled with the backpack's zipper until it pulled back without hitches, splitting the bag open.<br/><br/>A slight creaking sound had Eden's neck as far turned to the doorway as it could go with her body pressing even further into the shadows, but no one entered. Just someone passing by, maybe from the storage room adjacent.... Yeah. That was it. She melted slightly, her anxiety shedding as the noise of someone ascending the passageway's ladder reached her. Good. Everyone should be up on deck right now. She'd have plenty chance to see the pretty sights later, anyway.<br/><br/>Eden turned back to her work, and withdrew a decent-sized burlap bag from her pack. One last time, she withdrew each item and checked it. All were secure inside plastic bagging; all were stable and in no danger of an accidental deflagration -- or detonation, in some cases. Eden nodded to herself and cinched the cord on the bag. She pulled a hammer and a single nail from her pack. Setting these and her bag down, Eden turned her attention to the boards beneath her; after one more moment of bated-breath listening for passerby, she latched her fingers under one broad piece and yanked it up.<br/><br/>The board gave a few inches -- enough for her, straddling it, to slip the nail underneath and drive it halfway home in one fell stroke. Another hit bent the nail more than ninety degrees back. Satisfied, Eden knotted the burlap bag's cord around it and lowered the entire board back into place.<br/><br/>No trace of the explosives remained. There shouldn't be enough of them to pull out the nail -- and even if they did fall into the slimy, sterile bilge water of the hull, Eden hoped that the plastic bagging would protect them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Might as well stay ahead of the game. These are too valuable to throw away to bureaucracy,</span>she thought, grabbing her backpack and heading to the passageway's ladder. Time to see the sights.