<div class="floatright">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_2.jpg)</div>Jaime Rickshaw<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On a<em>broken</em>yacht<br/>In God knows where<br/><br/>Jaimie's mother said that no matter what the situation, a proper lady must always be calm, and this little lady had been trained well.  These past three days had been spent watching Eloise and Holland trying to reach out to any passing sign of human activity, trying to offer Ophelia water or any other kind of comfort while she tried in vain to repair their boat, and being thankful for Yoko's optimism and good humor.<br/>But good humor could only get you so far.<br/>As pristine and placid as Jaimie kept her exterior, she had spent her nights chasing sleep and running from anxiety and panic.  Her foundation and concealer would run-out in a week just trying to cover up the circles forming under her eyes. She missed her family, her home and the comfort of solid land under her feet.<br/><br/>Today she spent her time looking out at sea, trying to gauge how far they had sailed, and how far they had drifted off course.  She snapped back to reality when she heard Eloise crying out something new, news that they were to be saved.  Without even thinking Jaime ran to the other end of the boat to find a rubber dingy and strange men in uniform.  Her false facade of calm broke, and a smile of cautious optimism curved her shapely lips.<br/><strong>"We are saved."</strong>Jaimie said, looking to Holland, relief clearly shining on her face.  Jaime did not notice how much tension had built up inside her until she felt it washing out of her.<br/><strong>"Do not worry about your boat Ophelia, we are lucky simply to leave this boat with our lives!"</strong>Jaimie said, trying to reconcile her friend to the idea of not being able to return home with the extravagant yacht.<br/><strong>"Before we go, I must grab my things."</strong>Jaimie said, suddenly nothing but smiles, to the dark skinned man before rushing off bellow.  After she returned carrying a heavy bag, and now sported a jacket over her white sun dress.<br/><br/>The light shining on Jaimie's face was dimmed once they were led to a submarine.  Reason took hold and she realized that this was no ordinary rescue team, if they were even that at all.  And the way some of these men were eyeballing Yoko's chest made Jaime even more uneasy.<br/><strong>"Yoko, would you like to borrow my jacket?"</strong>Jaime whispered.<br/><br/>Jaime knew next to nothing about the military, and even less about submarines, and while she was naive she was no idiot.<br/><strong>"Thank you for saving us, but I need to ask when will we be docking?"</strong>Looking around at all the stern faced men in the room, she hastily added,<strong>"Captain, sir."</strong><br/>She prayed the answer would be sooner than later.