Arthur was confused, was what he saw what he think he saw or was he beginning to lose his mind. Arthur sighed and rubbed his eye's, still sign's of no sleep around his eye's. he got up and grabbed his coat, making his way up onto the deck. Ian was talking with Alfred, who seemed confused. "what do you mean that's something you can't tell me? you've told me everything else, why not this?" he asked, Ian just shrugged his shoulder's and took a swig of rum, only for the bottle to be taen from Arthur who he himself a long sleep "not tell him what?" Arthur asked, wiping his mouth from the leftover drink "he want's to know where we're going" Ian answered "where are we going?" Arthur asked, feeling a little dizzy again but shook his head and blinked his eye's to try and get rid of the feeling. "I heard rumor's that he's in the west, so I think we should go there" Ian answered. Arthur scrunched his eyebrow's. west? that didn't feel like the right direction, no, it was the wrong direction completely, that's why people alway's die. it's a dead end. "no" Arthur said, making his brother and Alfred confused "what?" "no, no that way will lead us to our death's, that's men don't come back" he said, feeling the side of his head. "how do you know that?" Ian asked, crossing his arm's and taking back his bottle. Arthur blinked his eye's feeling the dizzyness fade, as he just stared at the wooden floor "I don't know." he answered, confused about himself. "then, how do you know we'll die if we go west?" Alfred asked. Arthur felt the fuzzy feeling come back as his eye's felt strained "it makes sence, don't you think, everyone else going west and never coming back. it has to be part of the game" he answered, trying to get rid of the strain. Ian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "fine, but if your wrong, your the one who dies" he said, drinking more of the rum "fine" Arthur said, taking the rum and drinking from it. Alfred looked atthe two brother's confused "why are you drinking so much?" he asked. Ian rolled his eye's "it's a little obvious, we can't stand being with eacch other. rum dull's the feeling and make's us be able to atleast have a conversation. he's drinking more because he's depressed, you should now why" Ian answered as Arthur tilted his head back, drinking as if there was no tomorrow, Ian just waited. "that's just sad" Alfred said, gaining the two Kirkland's attention "whta make's you say that?" Arthur asked "your brother's! you should have each other's back's, have an bond that one else has. know secret's, maybe have a secret hand shake!" Alfred said. Ian and Arthur just looked at the younger man, before Ian began to snicker "oh, dear innocent lil' Alfred! why do you think I'm here?" Ian asked, patting Alfred's back. "I have his back, I'm helping him aren't I" "how?" Ian took the rum from Arthur "I'm not letting drink the rum, and I'm looking for his daughter" he answered. "Mattieu!" they heard from a french man, who was on his knee's, wailing for his own brother, after over hearing the two Kirkland sibiling's, making them both roll their green eye's.
(Name) coughed, waking up from one of the most weirdest dream's. who was that Natalia woman? and why was that Ivan guy there? she sat up, hissing as she felt her raw ankle rub against the metal chain'son said ankle. she felt a small warm liquid run down her foot, seeing it as her own blood. she felt tear's prik her eye's again. she felt something soft and rather cold against her forehead, pulling back her hair from her face and lightly wipe away her tear's. evetually she heard a light whisper, too quiet to make out what was being said, but feeling a little safe, as if being watched by someone ho wasn't Ivan. (Name) closed her eye's again as he began to hear the tune greenseleves in the whisper's voice.