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“NAME AND CABIN NUMBER, please.” Sean Brady, Acting Chief of Security removed a notepad from his breast pocket.

The sullen man hugging the wall glared at him but kept his mouth shut. His arms were folded across his chest in a defiant gesture.

Thanasi was starting to get impatient. He had other things to attend to. If this stonewalling continued, he would be late for dinner and Nick would not be pleased.

Captain Nick Pappas had issued a command performance to join him at the Captain’s Table, which meant there were VIPs on board who needed entertaining. Thanasi had become dependent on his hotel director and key officers to schmooze them.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Thanasi interjected, slapping his palm against the brig’s wall. “This is the high seas and there is no established protocol to follow. Either you tell us your name and cabin number or we’ll go through your pockets and find out who you are ourselves. What will it be?”

The man gulped. A reaction at last. He was of slender build, and had a wild-eyed look as if he hadn’t slept in a couple of days. Thanasi thought he might be one of the professional dancers.