"You want to be a god." Arthur stared at his friend, looking doubtful. "There isn't any way, Alfred." Alfred had come into Arthur's home with an armful of maps and books. He had been prattling on about something a nymph told him, and that he had spent a whole month researching. He dumped the papers before Arthur, still speaking a bit too fast, stumbling over his words.

"There is a way, Art! I could go from half god to full god just like that!" Alfred snapped his fingers to emphasize his point, and turned to Arthur with a broad smile. He began to unroll one of the maps, pointing to a spot in the ocean. Arthur could only guess, and hope, that there was actually land there. Alfred marked the map with a black dot. "We have to go here, Arthur. The gods are keeping a cup of their own divine blood, and whoever should drink it becomes a god themselves. That's going to be me."

He opened up a few of the books, gesturing to passages inside each one. Each message pertained to some sort of Divine Gift. Arthur frowned, still doubtful of his friend, who seemed so hopeful. He already had a hard time with the fact that Alfred was half god to begin with. But Alfred's superhuman strength proved too much to doubt. Alfred claimed he was the son of Berwald, the god of fortitude and reserve. Alfred was strong, but he wasn't silent, so Arthur assumed he got his chattiness from his mother.

Arthur sighed and decided that he'd give Alfred a chance. He said nothing while looking through the stacks of papers and maps, but when he finished, he looked up. "This can't be real, Alfred. I'm sorry." He pointed to various places on the map. "I mean, Alfred- an island of sirens? Horrible beasts in the water and endless storms? Gods, Alfred, your 'Divine Gift' is on an island where one, according to this, never grows old. That's ridiculous. There isn't any point in going and facing disappointment."

At this, Alfred deflated. He shook his head, insisting that it was the real thing. "We could at least go look, Arthur, there isn't any harm in that-"

"There is harm in it, we'd be wasting time and energy trying to get there, plus we'd be risking our lives. Some of this is treacherous territory and you aren't exactly on the Sea goddess's good side." Arthur creased his brow with worry, and began to feel like they were going no matter what he said.

Alfred shook his head, defiant. He stood his ground on the matter, insisting they go and at least check it out. "I can convince Chelles to let us pass, and even if I couldn't you're such a good sailor anyways, we'd be fine!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "C'mon, Arthur, when I'm a god I can give you anything you want. Promise!" So, Alfred had resorted to promises and childishness. Arthur was hardly surprised, but he looked at his friend, and his resolve began to chip away.

Arthur shook his head, tearing his gaze away from Alfred's near begging. This was a terrible idea. He wouldn't have any part of it, no matter how persuasive his friend could be. "Alfred, I won't do it. I won't go with you on this ludicrous quest. I doubt many of the gods want an addition to the family, you might have your father and a minor god or two. But, that's nothing compared to the army of gods and goddesses against you." He crossed his arms, giving a curt nod of finality.

Alfred groaned, and stood, taking Arthur's hands and pulling him upright. "Come on, come on..!" He whined, pushing Arthur towards his sleeping quarters. "Get some of your stuff together, and then we can get your little boat and I'll take care of supplies- Arthur.." Alfred looked down at him, tilting his head. "I can't do this without ya, y'know? So you're going to have to come with me! Please?" Alfred gave Arthur his brightest grin, and stepped back, rocking back and forth on his heels.

At this, Arthur's determination to stay home finally crumbled. He shook his head with a long, drawn out sigh, and went to get a few of his things. "Fine. You've gotten your way. I'll go with you." He rubbed his forehead, looking at Alfred. His eyes narrowed. "You are the worst man I have ever met, with an exception to that love god I met a while ago."

Alfred just smiled and pulled him into a crushing hug. "You're the greatest, Art, I knew I could rely on you! I didn't think you'd kick up such a fuss but I knew you would come around. Besides, you're kinda the only person I know with their own boat." He looked at Arthur with shining blue eyes, and Arthur wasn't so put off by the journey anymore. Arthur even gave a crooked smile, nodding at his friend and stepping out of his overzealous grip.

"Right, right." Arthur sighed, brushing his hair out of his face. "You get the supplies or whatever it was you were going to do..." He waved Alfred off, and packed a few necessities. He threw in the books and maps Alfred had brought over, putting them in his little boat as well.

Arthur sighed, doubting his decision to go with Alfred. After all, home was familiar. Home was safe, at least from some of the gods. Though, Arthur never considered himself a coward, nor did he want other people to. Besides, he couldn't let Alfred go by himself. He'd never forgive himself if that idiot got hurt. So when Alfred came by after a few days, he loaded his supplies onto Arthur's little boat.

It was true to it's name, it was small, and could fit maybe four or five people at the most. Arthur checked the boat over, and then he turned to Alfred once more. "So. We're actually doing this. We're going to make you a god, if all goes well." The blinding smile and nod he got in return confirmed his question. Arthur chuckled under his breath, giving a little nod and boarding his boat. "Well then, Alfred, let's make you a god. Remember your promise, though. Anything I want." he winked, and the ship sailed into the wide expanse of the ocean, soon becoming a black dot in the distance.