Feliciano jolted awake. The storm had lasted well into the next morning, the lifeboat had busted open and everyone was separated. The last thing Italy remembered was being pulled aboard what seemed to be a cargo ship by a dark skinned man. Italy sat up, he was sore, hungry and dehydrated, but he had to make sure everyone else was alright.

He quickly glanced around the sleeping area. It was small, with about seven futon mattresses laid out neatly on the floor. It reminded him of Japan's beds when he goes to visit him. Most of the beds looked like someone had slept in them, and a few had the sheets thrown back. Italy gave a sigh of relief when he saw a few of his friends still sleeping on the other side of the room. There was a light click as the door was opened to reveal tall, flaxen haired man. "Ah, you're awake!" He mused, "Come with me, I'll show you around." Italy soon learnt this man's name was Montgomery and the ship they were on was a small trader headed to Callao, named the Ipecacuanha. The group was incredibly lucky that the ship was making a detour to a smaller, lesser known island, or they'd have never lasted the week.

As the others awoke Montgomery continued to explain their situation. To earn a few extra hundred grand, the captain of the ship had resulted to transporting dangerous cargo to the unnamed island, where Montgomery was employed as an assistant to an old scientist on the verge of a medical breakthrough. Each month the corrupt captain would detour to the island to drop off the cargo, no questions were asked about what the cargo was for, in fact not much talking occurred at all during their drop offs; but that's how both parties liked it.

"Where are you headed?" The tan Montgomery inquired once everyone was awake and together.

"A small isle, somewhere between Africa and Hawaii, called Noble's Isle." Informed Arthur, the English gentleman.

"Never heard of it." Montgomery replied to quickly, shoving a chunk of mutton into his mouth. The air over the dining room grew thick with silence as the nations and their new 'friend' began to finish their bland meal. Not even Italy could lighten the mood, despite his constant trying. It was like Montgomery was attempting to hide something, and nobody was sure if they wanted to find out.

As night fell once more, and the nations lay down to sleep on their uncomfortable straw futons, faint yowls and cries from deep within the cargo area could be heard, begging for freedom.