"I'm not certain." Emile replied, thinking. They walked along the coastline and he watched the crowd disappear in the streets. Everything was getting quiet. This was familiar, too. Once again he felt as though he really were Sir Nicolas Salamanca, wealthy merchant and politician, and Emilio Campaña were the alias. He wondered how it must feel not to be acting every moment of your life.<br/><br/>But this was not the time for philosophy. The lass sure seemed to have an interest in sailing, and Emile was willing to bet he could use that to his advantage.<br/><br/>"Wherever we go, it is up to the captain; but I hope that each new location will be even more beautiful than the last." He stopped walking rather suddenly, "You sound like the sort of lady who appreciates the sea. How'd you like to see our vessel? She's not in the best shape she's ever been in, but you get a great view from the bow."<br/><br/>If he could just get her on the ship, there'd be nowhere to run.