James Moody finished his rounds around the ship and just got back to the wheelhouse. There were Mr. Hichens and Mr. Murdoch to accompany him.

"Ah, Mr. Moody," William Murdoch said once he spotted him "I just made tea. Would you like a cup?"

"Yes, thank you." the young boy answered, rubbing his hands from the cold.

William disappeared for a second and appeared the next, holding two cups of tea.

"Here you go, kid." he said handing him one.

"Thank you very much." James replied, taking a sip.

They both were looking ahead of themselves, staring at the ocean when Lightoller came from behind.

"You may take your leave to drink your tea, Mr. Murdoch. I'll take it from here." he said, all formal.

"Very well, Mr. Lightoller." William didn't hesitate to step back and allow Charles to stand in his place.

Once William had left, Charles said still looking ahead "I believe Mr. Lowe's rounds start at ten."

"That is correct," James confirmed, swallowing. "but he has an extra hour because of today."

"Ah, yes. His little excursion. And dinner? Can you believe it?"

"It's none of my business, sir." James sipped on his tea. "I simply follow Captain's orders."

"I see," Charles said, unpleased. "Well, then, we have half an hour to spare."

And of that, James was afraid. He prayed that Harold shows up before he makes some nonsense.


"Ta-da!" Harold said once he opened the door of his room "this is my secret chambers."

Elaine smiled and walked in, Harold right behind her, quietly closing the door. She looked around the tiny room. There was a mahogany bed, spread the entire length of the wall, and a tiny window hanging above it. Beside the bed was a desk with drawers and beside it was a dresser with a full-length mirror. Across from the dresser was a small sink with a small mirror hanging above. Seeing the look on her face, Harold instantly regretted bringing her here.

"I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea bringing you here. I should've taken you somewhere far more lux—" she shushed him by placing her tiny finger on his lips.

"So, is this where the magic happens?" she raised an eyebrow, asking daringly.

He smiled against her finger. He took her hand and interlocked their fingers.

Leaning against her forehead he said, "It can happen whatever you want to happen."

Elaine bit her lip. "Is that so?" she asked, her breath steady.

Their hands started moving against each other. Instead of answering her, Harold nodded his head before pressing his lips against hers. Elaine took a sharp breath in. She could smell all of him; his tiny bit of cologne, the soap, his natural smell, all of it. It wasn't long before the kiss turned into a very passionate one. Elaine took off his hat and tossed it behind.

"Oops." she voiced in between kisses, running her fingers through his hair.

"Good thing it's not windy here." they both chuckled into the kiss.

He took off her coat and helped her unbutton his. He quickly kissed her again before picking her up and making his way over to the bed. He placed her down and took a moment to admire her. She didn't even have to take her clothes off to leave him breathless. They didn't need words, they perfectly understood one another just from looking into each other's eyes.

One by one, pieces of clothes were removed. Harold let her hair down before rushing to her lips again. When she reached to take off his shirt something inside of him clicked and he pulled away.

"Elaine, stop. We don't have to do this." he said, holding his hand up to keep her away from him.

"What? Did I do something? Am I not…good enough? Bad even?" she asked, obviously concerned.

"No! It's not like that. You're perfect and, oh my God, you're stunning." he said caressing her cheek, she leaning into his touch. "I just don't want to do this because you think we have to."

"What?! I didn't go all the way here for you to preach like this. Did you really think you could bring me here against my own will, let alone keep me?" she said in disbelieve.

He smiled at himself. "Of course not, you're a feisty one."

"Harold," she took him by the hand. "I want this. With you." she looked pleadingly into his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer in my life. Now shut up and kiss me." they both laughed before Harold leaned into her again.


"What time is it, Mr. Moody?" Charles Lightoller enrolled in the wheelhouse again.

"Eleven ten, sir." James replied.

"Do you know what that means?" Lightoller raised his eyebrows at him.

"You're checking do I know how to read time?"

"Ha, very funny. If you keep this humor up the only thing laughing back at you will be a suspension. Now, where is Mr. Lowe? He is late." the last world enrolled off his tongue.

"I'm sure he's asleep, he'll be here soon." James composed himself, looking sternly ahead.

"Then I better go wake him up."

"Please, allow me." James moved to stop him, but Lightoller stepped back eyeing him suspiciously.

"Mr. Moody, if you are his next victim for helping him hide his schemes, you'll be in big trouble."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." the young boy said, giving up.

"Very good. Then you won't mind me waking him up." Charles patted him on the shoulder.

"No, sir." James closed his eyes and cursed himself under his breath.


Elaine was lying on top of Harold's bare chest drawing circles with her finger while he was playing with her hair.

"Tell me something about yourself." she looked at him curiously, sucking her lips in her mouth afraid he may not answer her.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, putting away a strand of her hair that fell on her face when she turned her head away from him.

"Everything." she looked at her finger, slightly smiling. "Tell me your life story."

He smiled. "Well, you already know the half of it. But okay." he took a deep breath. "I ran away from home when I was fourteen."

"You did what?!" she rose up.

He laughed bringing her down into his embrace again. "It was the only way to start doing what I've always loved. Sailing. I wanted to be at sea. To be in the open, to be free. That's what power is. Not controlling other people like my father."

"You speak so passionately about it." Elaine said quietly.

"I am." he chuckled. "It is my home honestly. My heart is fulfilled right now."

"Don't you miss your real home?" she wondered.

"I wouldn't run away from my home if it was a home." he breathed.

For a couple of moments, the only thing you could hear was their breathing.

"That's why I didn't speak with my father."

"But what about your other family?" Elaine frowned.

Even though she sometimes couldn't stand her own family, running away was never considered.

"I miss my mom and siblings, of course. We send letters back and forth. Do you want me to read you the latest one I got from my mom?"

"Yeah, if it's not too personal. I'd like to know what she's like." she smiled as he got up and pulled one of the drawers out.

While he was searching through a pile of papers someone knocked on the door. They both looked alarmed at each other.

"Mr. Lowe! Open the door!" it was Charles Lighttoler.

"Oh, shit." he whispered.

"What now?!" Elaine panicked.

"I don't know!"

A loud bang came from the door.

"Just a second!" Harold answered.

He helped Elaine pick her things up.

"You need to get in the dresser." he said to her.

"What?! I can't fit in that tiny space!"

"We have no other choice!" he hissed, helping her get into it.

"What's taking so long, Mr. Lowe?"

"I'm not properly dressed, sir!"

"We're all men here, Mr. Lowe." he could sense the annoyance in Lighttoler's voice.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't feel comfortable with other men looking at me." he quickly buttoned his shirt.

"Mr. Lowe, open the door this instant!"

"Hello!" Harold cracked the door open and peeked his head.

Charles slightly frowned and pushed the door. "All the way open."

He walked in and scanned the room. Then he turned to Harold and eyed him. When he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, he sighed.

"Get fully dressed and I'll see you on the bridge in five."

Harold waited for him to get out of sight before helping Elaine out. They both got dressed as quickly as possible and left his room. They stopped at the corner.

"Will you manage from here?"

She nodded her head in response.

"Alright." he pulled her by the hand into him, kissing her goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow." he whispered against her lips before they parted ways.

As much as Elaine was careful, you could never be too careful. From the other corner, watching like a hawk was Lightoller. And he wondered how interesting tomorrow will be after he reports this to the Captain.