We're finally getting to the main focus of this story.
Unfortunately, in this time period, it didn't take too long to cross the Atlantic, so sorry if this is seeming a bit rushed (I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again).
I hope everyone enjoys! Or as much as they can enjoy that is.
…Chapter11…
It was the loud crunch that woke her. Then, rapidly, the knocking on her door.
She didn't want to move, why were they coming to her anyways? Big Brother was the one in charge. He was the one who'd pay for the picture she had slashed to pieces with knives after the conversation with Toris.
She had done them a favor anyways, the piece was ugly and by a no-name artist. They shouldn't have even had it onboard this ship.
She curled over in bed, hugging the pillow as she willed them to stop so that she could return to her dream about…Ivan. Yeah, that was the one she was dreaming about.
But the knocking didn't cease. It kept beating on her ears until she finally realized that it wouldn't stop until she did something about it.
Sighing, she left her warm bed, wrapping a dressing gown around her body so as to conserve her heat, as well as to preserve her modesty.
Whoever had made her get up was going to be very sor…
She opened the door, and saw a panting Toris leaning against the doorframe, practically gasping for breath.
"Miss Arlovskaya!" he exclaimed before she had the chance to say a word, "The ship's sinking!"
…
He could see her eyes widen as she pulled him into her room before shoving him towards her bed.
"Sit down," she ordered, and he almost did as she said before he realized exactly what she said.
"I can't, it's not…"
"I command you to sit down and stop worrying about that in a scenario like this!"
He made a face, "You need to change into something warmer, and I need to get my brothers."
She pointed to the adjoining door (suddenly it didn't seem quite so bad to be in the room next to the little ones), "Then go fetch them, but tell me what's going on while you wake them."
"I can't. I'll just get them moving and then come back to tell you."
"Why are you making things so…"
"Do you really want them panicking? If I tell them what I'm telling you, that's what they'll do!"
She looked at him, and he suddenly seemed to find the floor very interesting.
"Are you not scared of me panicking?" her voice was soft.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds, he met her eyes, "I trust you to stay calm."
She broke the gaze first, "Go get them moving, and report immediately back to me. I'll change as fast as I can."
Toris nodded and left for his brothers.
But he couldn't help but wonder where Ivan was.
…
"Eduard, get up please."
The Estonian groggily came to the surface in time to see Toris turn to his other brother, who was wiping sleep from his huge eyes.
"What's goin' ohn, Toris?" Raivis's voice was even more childlike. He would have laughed at it, maybe even teased his youngest brother…if the ship was currently in the process of sinking.
"They're giving you a surprise," Toris smiled warmly; "You get to go for a boat ride late at night and see the stars. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"But it's phast owr bedtime…"
"I'll allow it this once."
"Rweally?"
"Really."
…
Natalya kept an ear out for next door as Toris gave an explanation to the younger two, weaving a story of happiness and reward, while she dressed herself in her warmest clothes. If there was one benefit of being from Belarus, it would be that she was well prepared for the bitter cold.
Toris's voice was so soothing, that if she hadn't seen him in such disarray earlier, she would've believed that all they were doing was going out for a little drifting on the open sea to look at the stars.
But she wouldn't be taking all of her furs if that was all it was, nor the majority of her money.
All too soon, Toris was back, knocking on her door as she granted him entrance.
"Speak."
He did.
"We've hit an iceberg. They're evacuating people in case we sink completely before someone comes to save us. It's more of a precaution than anything else."
She gave him a look.
"Do you really think that?"
"To be honest…not really. I hope I'm proved wrong."
