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aboard a ship at night, hiding in the shadows. Like you, I
     and two friends were attempting to catch the thief who has been sneaking aboard Wentworth
     and Hamilton ships while they are in port.”
    Rising to her feet, Aimee leaned on a large crate for support, happy to see Gus’s
     and Petey’s cautious smiles at her unexpected ability to understand their gross blunder.
     For some odd reason, Aimee felt inclined to put the men at ease, not berate them for
     the pain she even now felt in her limbs and head. Millie had always ridiculed her
     for her innate desire to see that everyone around her was comfortable, even if they
     did wrong by her. Aimee had no doubt that when she saw Millie again and relayed this
     story, she was sure to receive an “I told you so” from her friend.
    Suddenly, the ship lurched and Aimee fought to keep her balance despite holding onto
     a crate. It was then she heard the waves lapping against the ship’s hull and realized
     such a sound would not be heard if they were still in the harbor—or moving slowly
     upriver. Aimee’s gaze darted from Petey, then to Gus, and then back, not really focusing
     on either before she closed her eyes and let out a small wail. “Good Lord! I’m at
     sea!”
    Petey and Gus did not know what to do. She had seemed fine, but without warning, her
     face had become very pale. As she collapsed on a box of tinned beef, Gus blurted out,
     “This is a ship. Where did ye think ye were, miss?”
    “Millie! Jennelle! They must be going crazy with worry right now. And Charles . .
     . oh, he must be apoplectic, sending every ship he has to chase me down.” Then capturing
     Gus’s mystified gaze, she asked, “Is there any chance we are still in or near London’s harbor?”
    Gus took a step back as the flurry of questions kept coming from the bedraggled beauty.
     “I don’t know most of what ye said, but we’s nowhere near England anymore, miss. This
     here’s the Sea Emerald . It’s mighty fast, and right now we are headin’ to the Americas.”
    Aimee assimilated that bit of information and came to one conclusion. If no ship was
     capable of catching up with them, then the Sea Emerald would just have to turn around. Reece would be furious, but she would have a day,
     maybe two, to not only calm him down but force him to see reason about their relationship—though
     at the moment, she could hardly even call it that.
    Aimee was just about to tell Gus that he needed to take her to his captain, when another
     idea struck her. She might not know how long it took a ship to get to the Americas
     and back, but Aimee knew she needed far longer than two days to recover her current
     debacle of a plan. “If this is the Sea Emerald , then is Mr. Hamilton aboard?”
    Petey’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Ya mean the cap’n? Is he aboard ’is own ship?
     Of course, miss. Where else would ’e be?”
    Aimee smiled, relieved to hear at least one objective in her plan was still possible
     to achieve. She could and would speak with Reece. However, she hoped not to do so
     looking like a bedraggled mess. “Would it be possible to go somewhere more comfortable,
     so that I can clean my face and hands? And if possible, would you have something that
     I could use to wrap my wrists?” she asked, gritting her teeth to hide the pain.
    Petey grabbed one arm and Gus the other as they helped her walk until her legs became
     accustomed to working again. They approached the stairs as the boat rocked one way
     and then the other. Aimee reached for the wall to steady herself.
    “Careful there, miss. Are ya all right?” Petey asked, his voice full of concern. He
     had seen many cases of seasickness, and in his years of being on the water, only a
     rare few were naturally immune.
    Aimee frowned, not understanding his question. “Yes, Peter, I am fine. I am just not
     accustomed to walking on a moving floor.”
    Gus elbowed Petey and whispered, “Why does she keep calling ye