Arthur stared at the sea beneath him, disbelief in his eye's. "...(N-Name)...poppet" he muttered, stepping back. "captain, who was that?" Alfred asked, but Arthur paid no attention to him, he didn't pay attention to anything. He pushed past Alfred and Francis, made his way to his cabin, slamming open the door and slamming it closed, throwing of his hat and coat, sinking to the floor.
Arthur took another swig of the bottle of rum in his hand, drinking until he needed to breath and once he did he gasped, wiping his mouth of the red substence. "a game" he muttered under his breath full of hate. that russian bastard thought this was a game! Arthur glared at the bottle in his hand and throw it at the door, watching as the glass made contact with the heavy thick wooden door and smash into pieces. "Arthur?" he heard an accented voice say behind the door "what the bloody hell do you want!" he shouted. Francis opened the door and sighed. walking in as he knelt infront of Arthur "getting drunk will not do anything Arthur" he said, a weird sense of wisedom in his voice. Arthur laughed and rolled his eyes "then what will! I have nothing, Francis, Nothing! I failed to protect my daughter!" he shouted, his breathe smelling of rum. Francis frowned and raised his hand, slapping Arthur across the face "pull your self together!" the frenchmen said. Arthur growled and grabbed him by the collar, glaring at him "Arthur!" he shouted again, gaining the hate riden man's attention, looking him in the eye "your not angry at me. your angry at HIM." he said as Arhur loosened his grip "(Name) needs you right now, and you can't do anything while your like this! for god's sake man!" he said. "your right, I-I need to do something...I need to win the game." he said, letting go of Francis' collar "I know exacly who I need at this moment" he said, pushing himself up, stumbling alittle. "who?" Francis asked "you've met him before Francis." he answered "him? mon ami, you hate his gut's" he said, confused as to why he need's to see 'him'. "of course I bloody do, you frog! I don't exacly want to see him, but I have to! he know's more about this sort of thing then I do" he said, collecting his coat and hat again, placing them back on his person, before walking back on deck "...him..?"Francis asked to no ear's, still rather confused.
"captain aru!" Arthur heard whilst walking over to the wheel of the ship. "yes Yao?" he asked "what are you going to do aru?" he asked, concern for the young girl who just vanised in his voice. Arthur sighed "I need to get someone. hopefully he isn't as much of a complete and utter twat and agree's to help" he answered. "who?" "Mon ami! surely you can't! think of the rum! the wine! everything will be ruined!" Francis said in a begging voice, holding onto Arthur "you think I want to ask him for help!? I'd rather die then have him help me, but I'm doing this for my daughter!" he said, shaking of the french man from his arm "but....the rum!" he said again "I know about the bloody rum!" Arthur said, pushing of Francis and taking control of the wheel "Yao, get me another bottle of rum!" he order the chinese man, who obeyed, not really wanting to anger the british man more. "why are you drinking the rum!!" Francis said. Arthur glared at nothing, pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't want to be sober when facing my brother for help" he answered, complaining "Ian will never help you, you hate each other to much" Francis said, crossing his arm's "yes, but he adores his niece" he said as Yao gave Arthur the bottle. Arthur bite of the cork, spitting it out and took a long swig. "who are you asking?" Yao asked "Arthur's brother" Francis said, taking Yao in surprise "you have a brother aru!" he exclaimed, making Arthur roll his eye's "you've met him before, he own's a tavern in Scotland, we go there sometime's" he explained "but, I thought you were friend's, aru" Yao said, making Arthur spit out the rum in his mouth and begin to laugh "friend's! we hate each other! the only reason I ever go there is for a drink and to catch up!" Arthur said, inbetween laughing, wiping his eye and patting Yao on the back "that was funny" he said, taking another swig.