<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the boat</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Feeling a bit of a gooseberry</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily woke up - or perhaps came round would be a better description - to find Susan and the big Brazilian-looking girl standing in the room having some kind of private moment.  Why were they here?  It was her bedroom, strictly speaking; but anyway she felt she'd be intruding if she stayed.  She was feeling quite a bit better, at least.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She walked across into the second bedroom, which she used as a dressing room, trying not to actually brush against the Brazilian, who seemed to be trying to make a move on Susan while attired in a tiara, a submachine gun, and a webbing harness thing draped with ammunition and stuff.  Though Susan didn't seem to care!  Perhaps it was the other way round even?  Emily hoped Susan wasn't being bullied by the bigger girl, but she got the impression Susan could look after herself, one way or another.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily wouldn't have chosen to be naked in front of the Brazilian, to be quite honest, but it couldn't be helped.  Anyway it didn't cost anything if she looked, or Susan too.  She went through, put on jeans and a top, and went back and through to the saloon, closing the door after her.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She went up on deck, checking that there were no boats hovering around, the anchor was holding and there was plenty of water under them, then retrieved her phone and went back down.  Made a snack of wholemeal crispbreads and tomato, drank some water, and checked her phone: no message yet from Don Michele... should she send one?  Yes: better reassure him so they wouldn't come looking and find she had company who knew everything!  She wasn't sure if Susan would be safe, but the Brazilian would NOT be.  And disagreeable though she had made herself - it had to be said - Emily didn't think she deserved what she suspected The Family would do with her.  And she herself could do without the hit to her reputation.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">'All OK, as per.  At anchor Surprise /nofollow.  Home later.'  she sent.  They could track her phone anyway.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She saw the Facebook email notifications again - Chrissie!  She MUST get back to her.  Oh and via Google+.  She'd better join; well that was something to be doing.  </span><br/><br/><br/><br/>