The great difference in voyages lies not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

-Amelia Burr-

Day One.

Ha Yeon stopped moving her quill. The impersonator was snoring in his bunk. In the name of the Lord, why did she get stuck with him?

Met an impersonator who claims to be King. Believes it to be a lie. What sort of King acts like that? Personally, I feel sorry for the Queen and the Jack if he really is King. Cannot wait to leave ship. The captain says it will be five days' journey. I can withstand five days with this man. I can, and I will.

She set her journal to dry, waited for about an hour, then closed it promptly. She didn't like this other passenger, and she didn't trust him. Ha Yeon was not going to sleep. But sleep came, and consumed her as it does to all living beings, and soon, she was fast asleep.

A thunk woke Alfred from his sleep. He grumbled, then put his glasses on. It was the extremely rude girl. She had somehow managed to fall out of the hammock-not an easy feat to accomplish-and was on the floor of the cabin. Alfred considered himself a gentleman, a knight, and knights always helped ladies. He thought about moving her-no, she'd wake and claim he was a pervert. Alfred simply draped a blanket on the figure on the floor, then recognition hit him. He had forgotten to write his diary!

Dear Diary.

Today I met a girl who wouldn't believe I was King. She looked at me as if I was a commoner! And she totally ignored me. I mean, girls. Why can't they all be like Michelle? I'm not telling this to Yao, he's going to make fun of me like always. I can't believe I'm stuck with an unbelieving, stuck up person. But I, the Amazing King Fred can live through five days of this! Horray for me!

When Ha Yeon awoke, she was on the floor and light streamed through the windows. I haven't eaten anything. Her stomach growled. The impersonating scoundrel was nowhere to be seen, which was good. She needed to change. The girl pulled out a tunic and breeches, and she stealthily changed. They could say breeches were for men, but when you were traveling, skirts and dresses were a waste of time and money.

Ha Yeon threw a black cloak over her shoulders, then noticed with disdain that there was the sigil of the Royal Family of Hearts-a heart shaped badge-on the cloak. She carelessly ripped the badge off and tossed it on the hammock. At least she didn't have to pretend that she liked her so-called family.

The deck was cool, the sea breeze rustling her cloak, and the wind whipping through her clothes. "Zephyrus is merciful, today." It was a man, with curly black hair. "Who are you?" Noticing her hostility, the man winked. "The name is Hercules, dear princess. I am a member of the Queen's court-" "Be. Quiet." Ha Yeon hissed. "I do not want to be caught, and I do not want my identity discovered." "So, you must be on a mission from the Royal Family."

Hercules lowered his voice, continuing his smile. "I, too am on a job. The Queen wants me to purchase the finest ships in the Kingdom of Spades. He has heard that their ships are sublime." Ha Yeon sighed, knowing her guess had been correct. Kiku wanted war. The Clovers would be down if Ha Eung killed the King. The Spades would be rulerless if she murdered their monarch. In the meanwhile, the Hearts would purchase more weapons, biding their time.

"Anything else?" "The Queen wanted me to visit the Kingdom, see what rumors were flying around, and add to it." Of course, Kiku. She patted the man on the back. "Godspeed, may the ancients be with you." "And may they be with you as well."

It was different, being sent on a mission and hearing about the jobs that others were being sent to. What her Kingdom was doing was murderous. It had evil intent through and through, and disgusted her. Yet you stand in the middle. Somehow, the air didn't seem fresh, only suffocating. "I must go below deck." She nodded to Hercules and fled.

Alfred was chewing on some bread when the door opened and the girl returned. He had left to purchase some food, and when he returned, the kid had been gone. Now she was back. "Want some?" He offered the bread. "No. Do you think I want your mangy bread? Keep it." How insulting. "Your kingdom made it." He pointed it out, to see if loyalty would sway her.

He was wrong if he thought she would defend her land. "Our Kingdom is good for nothing." Ha Yeon tossed her locks over her shoulder. How childish. "Is that why you're leaving? For a better life?" "Kind of." Why waste her time answering? But yet here she was, replying to his question. That was when her stomach growled.

"Want some?" Alfred repeated the question. "And how am I supposed to eat?" She sure was fast at changing opinions, from saying the bread sucked to saying it was edible. It reminded him of Arthur, his Queen. Alfred grinned, then realized something.

"I don't even know what your name is!" "Not important." Ha Yeon reached for the bread. To her extreme annoyance, the man snatched the bread in mere seconds. "Your name!" "Just give me the bread." She was hungry, and it wasn't nice to play with food.

"If you give me your name, I'll give you the bread! It's a win-win!" The idiot smiled at her. "And why so?" "Because we are stuck here for four days! It would be better if we were friends!" The King Impersonator was clearly stupid, making friends with people he barely knew.

"You don't even know me." "I can try to know you!" Alfred grinned what Arthur called his cheeky smirk. For what it was worth, he would befriend this person! For he was the Great King Al, and Great Kings did not fear the unknown.

Ha Yeon thawed. It wasn't like she'd ever see the man again, it wouldn't hurt to tell him her name. "My name is Lee Ha Yeon." She spoke in clear, ringing tones, and promptly took his bread. "What?" The impersonator- well, Falseking Fred had not heard her. "Lee. Ha. Yeon. I'm not repeating." She began to chew the honeyed bread, slowly smiling. Delicious.

"Lee. Ha. Yeon?" Alfred spoke the name, dissecting it just as the girl had. "Yes." Lee Ha Yeon- the name reminded him of his Jack, and his Queen's ward. "Does it have a meaning?" "It does, but that's none of your business." The girl-Ha Yeon had finished her bread and was now studying his shoes. She had chocolate colored eyes and porcelain skin-a trait of the Kingdom, perhaps?

"Let's play twenty questions!" What? She gaped at the man. "Excuse me?" "I ask you one question, you can ask me one in return. We do this for twenty times, and the one who gives in first-" "-Does whatever the other person wants him or her to do." She knew the stupid game too well.

"This is a game for children, and why should I play?" "You're mean!" Alfred whined. This had worked on his courtiers, his servants and his ladies-in-waiting. Especially on the ladies. "I am known for being cold." The girl retorted, leaving Alfred to stay frozen in mid-whine.

"Any readons why I should play?" Ha Yeon wasn't going to admit, but she was starting to get bored herself. "Um.." Falseking Fred seemed to be racking his brains. "I got it!" The man clapped his hands together, as if he were a child. "If you play, I'll give you food!" "I can buy my own food-" "The kitchens are closed!" Ha Yeon cursed her bad luck. She seemed to be in the wrong direction ever since she left.

"Fine." Alfred smiled, noticing Ha Yeon's face set. "But we play the Drinking Game. Not Twenty Questions." "The Drinking Game?" Alfred was horrified. Everyone knew what the game was comprised of. If you guessed wrong about the person drinking with you, you had to drink. It was until one person dropped.

He wasn't exactly the best drinker in town, and he had heard a lot about what happened in the aftermath of games like that. The two players ended up in the same bed, or killed someone, or cried or threw up. "Can we play something-" "No." Her voice was somewhat regal, reminding him again of Yao. "Fine." Alfred knew he was playing a very dangerous game, but he consented, and so the game commenced.

It had seemed logical to her, that they play the drinking game. Whatever question he threw at her, she would say he was wrong and make him drink-until the man fell into a slumber. Now the man was out, but then the door opened and Falsefred strode in, carrying ten bottles of beer. "Shall we commence?" "Yes." It was going to be a long voyage.

Okay, so now I HAVE posted two chapters of this! Haha! Yay! Huzzah! Thank you all for reading this.