She reached the captain’s lounge and knocked once but when the door opened, instead of receiving a warm greeting from red-cheeked, jovial Harold Smith, she was confronted by a fate much worse. She screeched and jumped back from  the door.
    “Ah! For the love of- Who are you and why must you haunt me so!?” She cried, only half-jokingly.
    “You just can’t get enough of me can you?” He questioned, now smirking.
    “What are you implying? And who in the world are you?” Amorah was surprised at this meeting. She thought she had done away with this man after their first encounter and she didn’t know whether she felt pleasure or discontent. Especially when he flashed one of his very characteristic grins.
    “Who am I ? Well, I’m the night captain.” He said, his grin broadened. “And would you look at that, you’re even more infatuated with me then you were before, can’t keep you’re eyes off of me.”
    “Spare me the arrogant antics. I wouldn’t give you the time of day then and will not now. I know nothing about you, accept for the fact that you’re rude and extremely conceited, so do not think for one moment that I sought you out. I l-lo,” Amorah faltered,  “ I really like my fiancé! Now I came down here in search of Captain Smith, I would like it if he could unlock my door, I’ve for gotten my key. Where is he?”
    Once again he smiled and said, “Harry is in his compartment sleeping. As I have already said, I happen to be the night captain. If you would be a doll and just ask nicely, I would be more than happy to lend a helping hand, once again.”
    “Never will I ask anything of you nicely, I don’t need your assistance. I can get my spare key quite efficiently by myself thank you!” She marched into the room, hoping her voice had been thick with  contempt.
    “Be my guest,” he said quite cordially, “But you won’t find it. Only the captain has access to the spares. So, unless you’re feeling a sudden change in attitude, I am actually feeling quite tired and would love to rest my eyes,” he yawned and guided Amorah to the door.
    “Excuse me!” She shouted, trying to wrestle her way out of his grasp. “But,” she grunted, struggling, “I believe I have the right to my own spare key and there is no way I am leaving this room until I receive it!” And with that she planted herself firmly at his feet.
    “Fine.” He replied all too easily and Amorah smiled smugly at her successful determination.
     However, she was very much mistaken.