<em>The Deck </em><br/><br/>"Doctor Rehner cares for the patients," Baykur said with her arm stretched long, poised to leave. "Leave them to her. If you go looking for them, I will not hesitate to cast you back into the sea."<br/><br/>With that, the captain returned to her duties aboard the ship.<br/><br/>Colleen was quick with a smile to defuse that tension.<br/>"Oh, yes. Life on the island is most unrestrained. When it becomes too simple for taste, we up and sail. We still return to Martira Bay, on occasions like this."<br/>The mention of the place brought it to mind, and Colleen was distant then, recalling the visit to port which must have left them with these madmen Baykur described. It troubled her, some.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae's Insight</div><div class="spoiler_body">The wound of revisiting Martira Bay was still fresh in Colleen's mind to Danae's ears. It was not the patients which troubled her, but the piece of her history which had spoiled bitter. Colleen had sought something in Martira Bay and come away devastated. The way she spoke in frustration of its bewitched people, no doubt this was a reunion gone wrong. Still she searched for meaning, confounded and distressed by what had happened.<br/><br/>There was a sense as well that Colleen was aware of her role as tagalong to Danae and Jacqueline, and shepherding them to where the captain wished.</div></div><br/><br/>"But I get the worst jobs on the ship, since I'm not a burly sailor. It's my pleasure to be your cabin girl until we reach the island."<br/><br/>"I've met her, you know. Doctor Heinfroth," said Colleen. "She's very beautiful. Do you...like beautiful women?" The question aimed at Danae was sharpened and seeking what seemed to cause her averted eyes misery. It was an irresponsible question, without a mature woman's sense of decorum and restraint.<br/>"You don't have to worry about Captain Baykur. We are all such good friends."<br/><br/><em>The Store Room </em><br/><br/>Zoe's breath had mingled with Corinne's as fingers traced up her thigh, body tight but lips apart. So decided was she to kiss Corinne and take this play further that Rehner's interruption sent her reeling like a cold splash. "It's all very enchanting," she managed.<br/><br/>Michelle rose offering the doctor her fingertips, and took a ginger place on the examination plank. Her body lay out, at Rehner's direction, and she faced Aloisa, since the alternative was too immodest to consider.<br/><br/>What secret desire had Aloisa murmured into that ear, she was left to wonder as the doctor's hands sought across her reddned skin for where she was tender. A shiver, a steeple of knees, only to have their judder eased back down by the doctor's hand.<br/>"Does this hurt?" asked Rehner.<br/>There was discomfort welling up in Michelle, interpreting even upside-down Sage's pleased smile and following the hand on that back. It gave a wholly different context to the doctor's touch. "No," she report.<br/>"Here?" Rehner's fingers strolled along the red, pressing careless.<br/>Michelle hissed, "Yes," but this did not stop the doctor. Perhaps from dangling over the examination plank's edge, her face turned pink and communicated the teasing she endured.<br/><br/>"Are you experiencing strange desires?" asked Rehner.<br/>"Yes," Michelle told her.<br/>"There may be some madness in you, too." Doctor Rehner urged Michelle to sit up, and brought her hunched form to a hunter green breast. Fingers swept back through Michelle's white hair, again and again, until her eyes lightly shut. "You're not to be blamed, any of you. You suffered an ordeal. You will bear its scars. We will see one who can help you very soon."