Captain Dirk smuggles Shiloh aboard

As she lay in ambush, Shiloh saw that there was one man on the ship that the others obeyed. Interrupted only by the coming and going of a helicopter from a nearby helipad, she watched for hours until she saw him come ashore alone. She jumped down as he passed between stacks of crates, landing softly on her bare feet.

"I'm Shiloh, Girl of the Jungle," she said to the man. "You are the king of this ship. Take me to New York City."

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I'm Captain Dirk of the Amphitrite. You don't want to be on my ship, woman. My men are animals. I've seen them do horrid things, and I know why they say women on ships are bad luck."

Shiloh swallowed. She drew courage from the jungle that she protected. "I would take passage with you, king, not your men. I will live in your lair and do your will for 30 days, but no longer."

"I can't say I'd mind the company, beauty. If you say you'll follow my every command, then maybe you'll have a chance in my cabin. Follow me."

Captain Dirk led Shiloh to an empty wooden beer barrel and told her to climb in. He shut the lid, and then got his men to carry the barrel aboard. Shiloh tensed herself in the darkness, as the barrel swayed with the motion of the men. She stayed still for a long time, but the beer-laden darkness inside the barrel was getting stuffy.