There was a discussion one afternoon where they decided a fair distribution of duties. I was not invited to the discussion.However, the four of them f...it right in. Some of it was make-work, after all Crystal and I had run the ship all by ourselves before recent events, but there’s a difference between “Adequately running a ship under usual conditions”, and “the way things are supposed to happen.” For example, Heyanna, Melissa’s “Nana” and caretaker, a plumpish small woman who I estimated to be. There was no traffic noise. No sounds of planes. Wherever they were, it was far away from any civilization.Two groups of men began entering the warehouse. One was a group of what looked like guards, about 8- of them. Each one grabbed one of the contestants by their bound arms and brought them up to a sitting position. They wore masks and did not do much talking. Their weapons, however, spoke volumes. Other than an occasional yelp or a muffled scream, the women did not attempt to communicate. "Bakura, your vote?" Thank you. As I was saying, I cannot vote honorably against Kaiba-sama but neither can I vote honorably against Kaiba-san. I therefore cede my votes to Kaiba-chan." He leaned across the table and gave his form to her."Kaiba-chan?" He surprised me with that and, apparently, surprised my Aunt.Bakura smiled serenely. "She has the least to gain from either side and therefore is in the most objective position." Very well." Tactically, it was brilliant but – since I still did not. I groaned internally at the amount of men that were planning to have me as their plaything. Dmitri picked me up and hopped out of the van. We were in a very small clearing in what seemed to be the middle of the forest and was populated by what was now a total of nine men and myself and a bonfire in the center. A single wooden picnic table covered in empty beer bottles sat off to our left but it seemed as if it was brought there rather than it originally intended to be there. Just like me, I.