OK, here's the deal. In case you hadn't noticed, I've been slow with my updates. Basically, I have a disease (not cancer but similar) and have to undergo various treatments. Because of this, I am spending a lot of time in the hospital etc. And when I get out I'm often weak and unable to do a lot besides stay in bed and read or finish my work. I love to write fan fiction (even though I know I'm not the best) and I still and going to try and continue this story. However long it takes. I am very sorry about all of this and I completely understand if you are annoyed by this. I promise I am doing my very best and am trying my hardest to get this done as quickly as possible.

The next few days passed by in somewhat of a blur. Star had found herself once again able to eat, but contented herself with only the plainest of foods, mainly bread and an assortment of butters and jams.

She and Robert gained a sort of friendship. The whole seasickness had greatly helped to break whatever ice might have existed. He even accepted her peculiarities and after the first time, never questioned why she refused to change in front of him and to use the communal bathrooms. He decided not to ask about that last one. He just assumed Star was shy and since the other boy had never even told Robin much about himself, there was no way to confirm or deny this thought. It just remained, hidden in the recesses of Robin's mind. As Robin and Starfire, or Robert and Star, became closer, they began to discuss subjects more in depth, such as school. While Star was always careful to hide her school name, Robin realized that with all the boys attending his multiple schools, it was doubtful that she would ever know him. And with the multitude of schools her had gone to, he could always claim to have left the school a year or two before the other boy entered it. A reoccurring topic were the merits of teaching Latin. While Robin was decidedly against it, he claimed it dead and useless and his bad grades in it didn't improve his opinion, Star was enchanted with it and loved to study it. She made quite a few convincing arguments in favor of teaching a language that was so historical and that so many languages were based off of.

During one discussion of this, the two boys went off on a rather unusual, and in Star's case especially intriguing, tangent. She didn't remember who it was exactly, but one of them brought up the point that both boys and girls were taught Latin and the conversation proceeded from there. Star was at the very least amazed at what Robert had to say.

"While I hate the language, you know that by now, I'm damned glad it's taught to girls. They know so little, personally, I can't stand their pointless squawking about the latest fashion and gossip. I'm so relieved that they, or at least some of them, are taught something useful, even as remotely useful as Latin, because otherwise I don't know how I'd put up with them."

"What are you talking about?" Star asked, quite bewildered.

"Well you must not have gone to many parties or something but haven't you ever tried to carry a conversation with one of them. Sure they look nice and sing fine and play piano, but is that all that they will ever do in their lives. When I marry a girl I'd like to be able to at least carry on an intelligent conversation with them. Teaching them Latin is the first step toward teaching them anything and I can at least have a few sentences about it such as whether they like it or not. I can't stand empty conversations with giggles and eye flutters. I have to stop myself from asking them if they've contracted a disease from a horse every time girls flutter their little eyelashes. The sad part of it is the few simpletons out there who enjoy the sort of thing, ruin it for the rest of us who want to be able to actually talk to a girl."

Star was quite amazed. Here was a boy who went against everything her father said. He had even implied, albeit unknowingly, that her father was a simpleton. For the thousandth time since she had met Robert, Star wished she had met him before she took the journey. She didn't kid herself, even as a girl she would never have attracted a boy like him, but she wished she knew people like that were out there. Now she had ruined her reputation and was doomed to spend the rest of her life doing god knows what in a foreign country. She didn't even know how much farther she could go before her money ran out. Unbeknownst to her, a small tear trickled silently down her check.

While she didn't realize it, someone else did.

"I do say," Robin couldn't stifle the lordly sentence of surprise. Quickly reverting back to his common form he continued, "Are you feeling well?"

Star was startled; she hadn't even realized what she was doing. "I'm fine. Its just the wind stinging my eyes. I'm going out."

Before Robin even realized what happened, she was out the door, leaving the door swinging on its rusty hinges behind her.

"But we're in a cabin. There isn't any wind," Robin said, more to himself, as he gazed after the other boy.

He had no idea what was going on with the other boy. Not for the first time, he wished he knew more about Star's past. Every time he brought it up though, the other boy seemed to somehow dodge around it, evading all of Robin's questions.

Sighing, Robin lay back down on his bunk. He needed to think.

Star mentally slapped herself. How could she have allowed herself to slip up like that.

"The past is over. There is nothing that can be done about it," Star whispered to herself. Sighing, she looked over the side of the ship.

In time to see a crescent of land appear in front of her.

Rubbing her eyes again, Star narrowed her eyes but the land was still there.

Her morose thoughts aside, Star was filled with elation. They had arrived at France.