They sailed up to the wreck and Peter clambered along the plane wing. The thing was filling up with water and the pilot was trying to smash the window. He needed to get the damn thing pulled back. He hollered his dad to pass him his walking stick and jammed the damn thing into the sliding door, startling the man underneath. he pulled it back causing a crack to embellish itself along the old carved stick and the glass to splinter. A little more. using his weight he managed to haul the door back enough to help pull the man out. When both were out they launched themselves onto the side of the boat as the plane sunk to the deep depths. He helped pull the blonde man to the deck and gave him a life jacket much like with Hubert. Everyone took a deep breath and he turned towards the man. 'Name's Peter, that's my Dad' lurching his thumb behind him to signal his father 'my friend is injured downstairs so be careful and we have another' pausing again 'Soldier in the bedding, he's uh, not quite stable so also be careful with him mate' the man nodded along replying with 'call me Collins, thanks for that. By the way' he nodded and stood up, Collins following. Telling him they had tea he asked his dad where to next but it didn't seem he'd need an answer as a Destroyer came into view. The same destroyer that was being attacked by a fighter in the sky.

They arched Moonstone back and began moving towards the warship in view. Things weren't looking pretty. His dad mentioned it was about to get chaotic and to still the boat. They waited and hauled the life jackets out. Waiting. The plane tried to shoot the boat down a few times, the men like speckles of deep green amongst the ship. There was so many on the outside let alone inside. The ship eventually hissed and began sinking, the immediate action was for the men to start jumping ship. Peter and his Dad moved closer before halting and waiting for men to swim to them. The water around the ship started turning a sickly black. Oil. he told his Dad and started hollering the men over. As they clambered on covered in that sickly black like an infestation of parasites on their skin. He helped them up and down telling them to grab life jackets and take up as less space as possible. As the men scurried on his bloodied hands got covered in the same sickly black and he noticed the hot embers in the ship. They needed to hurry.

'Come on then! Easy does it! we'll take as many as we can!' he helped as many as he could, including a freckled boy with baby blues, one with bright emeralds and the other with deep hazels, they seemed to have the most character out of the lot. He helped the last two on before seeing the inferno behind them, 'The Oil! Dad move it!' and they were off. The sharp rumble of the engine and they powered out of there, towards the one thing he'd been dying to see,

The White Cliffs of Dover, they were finally bringing them home.

He manoeuvred around the men and downstairs to check on George and saw them crowding round him. 'Oi! he's injured don't you dare move him!' he moved closer as the emerald greens from earlier turned, 'Mate I think you need to be quick wit' this one, breathin' shallow and all' he moved closer to check. He wasn't wrong, George was paler and his breathing was thinner than before. He had to pull through. He just had to.

'Well be bloody careful then!' and he stalked back up to meet with his Dad.

He hadn't seen the Collins chap or Hubert and hoped we wouldn't have to, that's extra things to keep track on. The men were mostly shaking, cold, hungry you name it. They had every right to be. And while they didn't want a commotion on the way back it seemed they might be having one. The baby blues and freckles from earlier were stood quite protectively in front of deep hazel and everyone seemed to be glaring with accusing voices. He stood against the standing shelter, waiting for a large fight to kick off. If they fell over board it was their own bloody fault. He decided to watch over so they didn't damage Moonstone or hurt each anyone too badly. The conversation was quite uncomfortable and made him uneasy.

'You brought a Frog on board?! what are you a spy!?' 'what- no. Of course not mate! relax please, there's no need-

'We can't bring a bloody deserting frog back, he got us in this shit hole in the first place!' 'you know that's not true, he's hurting just like us-' 'Thank God, let him feel pain! Push him over, grab Freckles' and just like that shit went downhill like a firestorm. They grabbed the small freckled kid and held him to the mast and two of them grabbed the hazel eyes and shoved his head into the water trying to drown him. Freckles were crying out for them to stop and for an 'Alex'. He stepped up to intervene but stomping boots beat him to it. He didn't know who it was since he could only see wet brown locks, but they were clearly not messing around. He pulled the Hazel eyes, Gibson I think he was called by freckles, out of the water and grabbed the two trying to drown them. Smashing their heads together with a resounding thud and dropping them over board without a care in the world. Then he swivelled around on his heel, Ah. Emerald eyes. And grabbed the one holding freckles down and threw him over his shoulder, somehow, and got him in a head lock. He was not fucking around.

'Listen up pricks,' he was basically spitting venom at them 'I don't care about you right now, we've all been through the same shit'. he moved to point at the Gibson chap, 'He's french, so what? I 'ad the same trouble trying to accept him but the eejit has saved mine and Freckles' asses multiple times, alri't? He's been throug' hell with us an' the last shit we need is you, morons, causing a ruckus like this. An' if you pull any more shit to hurt anyone else on this boat you'll end up like those rats' and with a pointed finger to the guys left behind in the sea, his Dad had been pulling them back aboard with a grimace. And with that, he dropped the guy in the head lock, pulled freckles and this Gibson with him downstairs, with a curt nod in Peters direction. What a guy.

They continued their sail through now mostly safe waters, till they could reach the docks of Dover's port. He noticed a lot of the blokes looked like ghosts, not wavering or talking. Silently broken. The few crying or shouting. More whispers of blood and gun fire. Peter quickly decided he hated War. It looked like absolute hell. The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful but when pulling them in they go applauded by other men and women standing. Home. They had finally brought some of them home. They got most of them off the boat after he unlocked the other door earlier, not seeing the pilot or Hubert since they probably left already, and pushed them along to get food and into the stations, they needed to be sorted out by train. He went down to pull George out and found those three there. The freckles with George in his lap, smoothing his hair down and bracing his neck in his arms and the other two squatted next to him. When he came down the other two got up and left with a nod. Told freckles to meet him outside. He walked over and the bloke seemed to get flustered.

'Ah- Sorry mate! I shouldn't have butted in but I just, well, saw him and decided he'd be safer if someone could hold him still so he, uh, doesn't get injured further. Sorry this was completely out of order, I shouldn't have, God I'm sorry mate I'll just-'

'Hey, Relax' the word made the other boy tense up, realizing he probably couldn't even if he tried after that ordeal.

'Thank you, I mean he's still alive because of you, seriously thank you. Peter, Peter Dawson' he held out his hand for a firm shake, 'Thomas, Thomas Benson. Just, uh call me Tommy'

He helped Peter shift George into his arms and then stood up, thanked him again and quickly scurried off. Odd to find such a nice lad like him and George in these kinds of things. For now, he hoped he could see them again at some point and thank them properly and scrambled out gently to get George to the hospital as soon as he could.

When there, the nurse was surprised that he was even breathing and they went along with treating him briskly. He wasn't allowed in the ward and had to wait outside but the doctor came out a few hours later to tell him what had happened. They had stitched the wound and reduced the swelling in his head, the skull had not been pierced so he would be Ok. However, he would need a month or so to recover and it was expected that he would be blind. It could be any kind, partial, completely or one eye, but the blow from the wheel to back of his head had damaged his eyes some. He would be dizzy and imbalanced until he was recovered and might not remember the boat ride in any detail. He was glad he would be Ok and left to help his dad pack up after paying the insurance, since George was a civilian, and left his address. Told to come back as much as he needed. The war had been, was being, hard on everyone so the hospital decided people could visit as much as they wanted while it was going on. He left heavy hearted, George might be scared by himself but he would visit daily until he was healed but at least he was alive and would be just as functional before but just more clumsy, pulling a short chuckle from his chapped lips he continued his way down to the docks. He'd go pick up Jasper later, for now, he had to help his dad.

They had finally come home.

(AN- I have no idea why this happened but yep, there we go. Next chappie is 'Gibson's POV. Fancy~ Xx)