Oh how romantic, PJ and Tag on deck. *snort*

[pj_patches]

On deck, by the rail. The Etherium is still parked on the desert on the planet. PJ & Tag are talking, along with anyone else who joins in."Oh, aye," she laughed. "Birds around here are plentiful, but most don't fly much. They're fat and just flap from tree to tree--hardly any come out in the desert, here, where the ship's parked

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Shin-sin-fa knew where Flint kept the map. Unfortunately, everyone knew. He had a feeling that the newcomers, were they the sort he felt they might be, would find out quickly enough, and be off with it.

Well, if they took Flint's ship, they'd get the map; there wasn't really another way around that, other than burying it here with the Etherium's crew's bodies. He shuddered. But what he could do was at least prevent them from getting to use it, and that he would do.

I'm disobeying again, he thought grimly. I'm turning into a regular loose cannon. I don't know what's gotten into my head, but it'll get the better of me soon, I shouldn't wonder.

Shin-sin-fa had a habit of making secret places in his spare time; he'd already put four in the rafters in the hold and two in the walls. The ones in the walls were easier to find, but also they held larger objects. Shin-sin-fa took the map from Flint's desk and sneaked into the hold, feeling guilty and panicked. It would be mere minutes before that other ship arrived.

He had just stowed the map in the wall of one of the store rooms and was crouched there on the floor, dusting off his hands, when he heard someone come in. He looked around and saw Artemis. He was just about to make an excuse and slip out... until he saw the huge Felinese-eating bug on the side of Artemis' head, that is.