Harrodean went down to the lower deck to steer clear of Phenny and Gerry so no water would accidentally encounter her limbs. Watch stopped the yacht so Phenny and Gerry could catch up. Jinger got a coke from the icebox and handed it to Harrodean. She twisted off the cap and drank it. She didn't realize how thirsty she was and had finished it quickly. "Thank you. I really needed that. Can I have another one?" Harrodean said to Jinger.

"Yeah, sure," Jinger took two cokes from the icebox handed one to Harrodean. The other one she opened and drank herself.

Gerry coughed up a little water. He rested his head on the floor of the yacht.

"There's something down there," Phenny said jumping off the yacht again and diving down below.

Gerry swallowed hard, crawled to the side of the yacht and peered over the edge. "You're on your own, man!" He shouted. Phenny dove underwater like a submarine. His silvery-white eyes beamed brighter like a beacon illuminating the deep. His body took speed beneath the water like a torpedo. He had partial use of his god-like abilities since he was half pixie-sailor-nymph. There was something finely wrapped in what looked like a black cocoon. It took all his superhuman strength to swim to the surface with it and pull it up onto the yacht. He had a combination of numbness, tingling and weakness in both his arms and legs.

"What's that clicking sound? Can somebody turn it off?" Phenny shouted, cupping his ears with his hands. He lay back on the floor of the yacht trying to stay calm and relaxed. The symptoms of decompression sickness took a toll on him due to the underwater depths.

"What's that?" Gerry asked still recuperating from almost drowning, sitting on the floor of the yacht.

Phenny swallowed hard and took a breath. "I don't know."

Gerry took a small knife from the pocket of his swimming trunks. He crawled over toward the bag and cut it open. He put the knife back in his pocket.

He opened the slit of the bag wider. He raised a furrowed brow and gasped. Taken aback, he hit his back against the side of the yacht.

"What's your problem?" Phenny said raising his head just a little with a puzzled look on his face.

Gerry quickly stood up and almost ran to the lower deck. Phenny rolled over on his side and looked through the slit Gerry cut and said, "Wh-the?"

Gerry went down deck. "You're not...you're not..." Gerry pointed, shaking.

"Start the boat, Watch!" Jinger shouted.

"No, Watch. Don't move!" Gerry warned, putting his hand up to stop him. Harrodean stood up and dropped the empty coke bottle on the floor. Gerry glanced at Harrodean, looking down at the bottle on the floor. He raised a brow. He looked at Watch and Jinger. "You're not her." He grabbed Jinger by the arms. "You're not Jinger." His jaw clenched in anger.

Harrodean gulped.

"Jinger's dead," Phenny said as he rushed into the lower deck where Jinger, Watch and Gerry were.

"No. You must be stoned," Watch said looking at both Gerry and Phenny.

"I found her body underwater. Come see for yourself. There are marks around her neck. She's been strangled," Phenny pointed over his shoulder.

"No, maybe she's got a twin," Watch said shrugging.

"No, me and Jinger were going steady for over three years. I spent every holiday with her family. I would've known if she had a twin. No, this Jinger's a fake," Gerry said.

"Watch, you know me. You both know me," Jinger looked back and forth at Watch and Gerry's faces.

"Let's see the body," Watch said pushing past Gerry and Phenny.

Harrodean and Gerry flanked Jinger holding each one of her arms. Phenny nudged her in her back to move forward and follow behind Watch.

Watch hesitated before kneeling down beside the body. He swallowed hard and pulled one side of the slit wider.

Before Watch could lean forward to look at the face of the body, Jinger chuckled ending with a cackle. "You dummies. I knew you would find out sooner or later. Took you two years," Jinger looked at Gerry. "We sat and broke bread with her family for two years and none of you could tell I wasn't her from across the table. Are you sure you really knew Jinger, Gerry." She smirked, a sinister look in her eyes.

Gerry let her arm go with a disgusted look on his face. His eyes filled with devastation and rage. "I should've known something was weird when you were shocked, I couldn't swim. The real Jinger knew I couldn't swim."

Watch looked over his shoulder. "Who, what are you?" He stood up.

"I'm known by a few names. In the Philippines, they call me Tambal. But you and others in the country of Anagram call me... "Traveling Salesman."