The next day Bismarck even made a simple kitchen, a storage for foods and a shower for Heinrich. However communication was very limited between them. Usually they've just told short half sentences to each other, but it didn't bother Heinrich. He didn't even care about that he has to be on this Fog ship if his presence saves lives of innocent people. They made a pact with Bismarck that she wouldn't attack any human ships or cities as long as he stays on her deck and doesn't try any trick. He was ok with that as the only thing is left for him was his humanity and sacrifice for his fellow humans. He lost his family, most of his friends and his comrades. He felt that saving people he didn't even knew was the only thing that could make him happy at the time.

Well, besides the music. He could spend two hours before the organ and play the pieces of Bach, Handel, Mozart or Vivaldi. Unknown to him, during these times Bismarck was usually lurking nearby listening to his performances. She had to finally admit that she liked these sounds.

Talking about Bismarck. She sailed northward. At night she passed near Denmark and the western exit of the Skagerrak. There wasn't an exact destination for her. Now she was closing to the coasts of Norway. Though some of her fellow ships were in the vicinity of the Scandinavian country she didn't want to meet any of them due her grief for Tirpitz. Furthermore she didn't have the mood to explain anyone what a human is doing on her ship. Because of this she locked herself from the communication system. She sailed on the cold waves as a lone wolf.

This went on for a few weeks. Heinrich did his own business and Bismarck did her own business while she was wandering hither and thither near the hundreds of kilometers long Norwegian coast. (Fanfact: Norway has the 7th longest coastline in the world.) Sometimes they stopped near towns and cities back in Denmark and in Norway so Heinrich could get his necessities, like more food, soap, other clothes or razor. Bismarck gave him money made of nanomaterials. Heinrich couldn't help but smile at the thought of how the shopkeepers will react when they see that their money turned into some shiny dust. He thought that if he has gotten into a situation like this he would try to make his day just a bit luxurious. He sometimes bought himself various types of meat, cakes, a few bottle of wine and beer. When it came to beer his favorites were the Belgians, but he also liked the German, Czech, Austrian and other ones. Also he got a few CD's of his favorite metal bands or even folk music from different countries of Europe.

The two still didn't talk too much with each other.

One night Heinrich was preparing himself steak, while listening to the songs of Powerwolf.

Bismarck was passing by when she heard the tracks and the organ parts in them, they were surely amazing. She became interested and decided to enter.

"How can I help you?" Heinrich asked without looking up from the bloody meat he was lubricating.

"How is this music made?" asked Bismarck.

"With electric guitar, bass guitar, drums and organ." Heinrich simply replied.

"Electric guitar? What's that?"

"Surprise. A guitar which works with electricity."

"And can you play that?"

"No, just the simple one I talked about."

"How did you learn to play guitar and organ?"

"I've learned the guitar from my grandfather and I've learned the organ at school."

Bismarck looked away with a thinking face.

"Can you… can you play the organ a bit today too?" she asked.

"I guess I can. I don't have other business to do anyway."

"Great." said Bismarck still not looking at him and she turned away.

Heinrich grimaced.

"Do you want to join me?" he asked as if he was asking the most unpleasant thing in the world.

Bismarck stopped.

"What do you mean?" she turned back.

"Do you want sit down with me for dinner?"

"Why?"

"It's just the two of us now. Even with the not best relationship of ours we should try to behave as civilized beings. Who knows, maybe I can teach it to you. Also being all alone for a long time can make humans lose their mind. I don't need that."

"Why not. After all." Bismarck said after thinking.

"Then settle yourself down. I'll make another steak too." said Heinrich and Bismarck took a seat in the dining room she created. It was undecked there was just a table and a few chairs. Not too long after that Heinrich came in with two plates in his hands and he placed them on the table.

Bismarck looked at the dish. Surely, it was promising, but still it was her first time eating anything and she was rather curious. He observed Heinrich as he took the fork and the knife and she hold and managed them the same way as he did. She cut a piece out of the big piece of beef watched it for a second and she placed it into her mouth. She forgot to move as it melted on top of her tongue, she totally froze.

"Are you all right?" Heinrich asked as he was chewing his own steak.

"Ye… Yeah." Bismarck nodded. "Actually it tastes really good."

"Can a mental model get drunk?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can a mental model get drunk?" Heinrich repeated.

"What does it mean being drunk?" Bismarck asked.

"Jesus." Heinrich covered his face. "Search for it." he said.

Bismarck browsed the informations she had and she found it.

"I understand now. But I don't know if it applies to me. Why are you asking this?"

"Because beefsteak is way better with red vine!" he said, walked to the cabinet and took out a bottle with a label which said: Merlot Veneto. It was a very nice Italian vine. He poured themselves two glasses.

"Here you are." he said and sat back.

"Danke." said Bismarck simply. She took the glass and tasted the vine. It really surprised her how much she liked it. She quickly took another sip. "Not bad." she stated still in a quiet neutral tone.

"Freut mich." (I'm glad.) said Heinrich. They didn't talk more until they finished.

"As I remember, you promised that you'll play something." Bismarck mentioned.

"And I used to keep my promises. Even for a mental model." Heinrich replied. He stood up walked to the organ and sat down. He was thinking a bit about what should he play then he chose one of his favorites ever. One of Beethoven's greatest masterpieces, the Ode an die Freude, the Ode to Joy. He always found the instrumental part amazing too. He always wondered how the composer could create such a wonderful piece when he was deaf. But the most fantastic for him was the lyrics of Friedrich Schiller.

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.
Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

"All men will become brothers, under thy gentle wing. I wish it was true." Heinrich thought before he pressed the keys. Bismarck was listening to the tinkling carol of the organ sitting with crossed legs in a leather armchair she created. After a while she listened with closed eyes handing over herself to the music.

By the time Heinrich finished she really wanted more. Heinrich turned back at her and they looked at each other.

"What if we make a deal?" Bismarck asked.

"What kind of?"

"You play every day and for each piece I like I'll create for you one something, like this armchair. How does it sound to you?"

"Fair enough I guess. But tell me something: where are we going now?"

"For now I decided to throw anchor in a fjord in Norway. We'll stay there until I'll have the mood to sail the open sea again."

"I don't mind. Our first deal is still alive right?" asked Heinrich.

"It is. If you stay here no town or village will be hurt by me."

"You know, you actually surprised me. Maybe a mental model like you can hold promises as well."

"W… What do you mean?" Bismarck got confused.

"Your type was the last one I expected this from."

"What do you mean: "your type"?" she narrowed her eyes.

"I think we both know what I'm talking about." Heinrich replied.

"Is keeping promises something special? Humans don't do that?"

"Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't."

"Why?"

"'Cause we are the most controversial and toxic beings on earth."

"Toxic? Strange. Why are you criticizing your own kind?"

"Because it's true. Honestly, I believe that everyone is born good, and many humans are really good people, but also many listen to their evil side. And unluckily they are the louder ones usually."

"What does evil mean?"

"Pfff. Good question. Maybe the best definition is: the total inability to feel with another fate. And that's the exact difference between us." Heinrich stood up.

"What?" Bismarck asked.

"I feel a little, little bit sorry for you because you've lost your sister. But you couldn't say even a weak "sorry" for killing my comrades, friends and my family, and you are completely careless about it. That's the difference."

"Wait. Sorry for me?" asked Bismarck very surprised.

"Yes, because it's obvious that you are still grieving for Tirpitz, even if you tried to hide it. And that's because I don't say that you are totally evil. You're able to feel that way."

Bismarck stayed silent after hearing this.

"Feelings are useless." she said but with full of uncertainty in her voice.

"You think so?" Heinrich raised an eyebrow and walked away.

"You are able to feel that way." it kept echoing in Bismarck's head. "That's nonsense! Or it's not? I cut the connection between me and the Fog because of the pain. Maybe I…" She quickly stood up and rushed out to the upper deck. She stopped at the railing and watched the waves. The sight of the sea always helped her out when she had any problems.

"Feel that way." she repeated.

Next morning Heinrich woke up in his bed. He could feel that the ship stopped moving it was simply floating. He rose from the bed and went to the round window. He saw a precipitous mountain covered with green plants.

He changed clothes and went outside. Bismarck was anchoring in a very and really very long bay between huge, rocky, precipitous hills and mountains. It was the Sogne-fjord, the second largest fjord in the world. It stretches 205 kilometers inland.

The sight was beautiful, the water was clean and sparkling, the mountains were dignified and the sky was blue without any clouds.

The ship was standing at the southern shore of the fjord. This area was abandoned with not another human soul in sight.

Heinrich went to the bridge where Bismarck probably was. And he was right; she was sitting on top of her conning tower.

"What is it boy?" she asked looking down at him.

"For how long will we stay here?" asked Heinrich.

"Like I said before: for an uncertain period of time. Is it a problem?"

"Like I said before: it's okay for me." Heinrich replied. "Is it allowed for me to swim at least in the fjord?"

"For what?"

"For fun and sport. And because I love water. Don't worry I will not escape."

"I don't mind. But no tricks Heinrich!"

"I know. No tricks." he sighed.

"There will be your stairs." Bismarck pointed with her head toward the right side of her bow. A white glowing stair appeared between the deck and the water.

"Nice." Heinrich said. Then something crossed his mind: he has no swimming trunks. "Oh, who cares?" he thought and undid the buttons on his black shirt.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Bismarck asked in confusion.

"It's better to swim without shirt, jeans and shoes isn't it?

"But…"

"Don't worry. Obviously I leave my boxer on me." Heinrich teased her a bit. Meanwhile he placed his jeans too on the railing so he had now only his boxer on. Bismarck looked at him flushing unconsciously. It was her first time seeing a mostly naked human body.

Heinrich jokingly smiled at her then walked down the stairs and jumped into the water. It was not too warm but also not stone-cold. The water temperature wasn't really new for him the North Sea where he used to swim before wasn't much warmer either.

"By the way!" Bismarck shouted to him. "I didn't forget what I said yesterday evening. For that organ playing you can have an armchair like mine. When you come back you'll find it."

"Affirmative!" Heinrich shouted back and continued to swim. It was so refreshing. After nearly an hour he came back and dried himself. He went to the dining room. Bismarck said the truth again, another armchair stood near hers.

"I thought no one can really make a living from music. Maybe I was wrong." he smirked.

The evening came. It was summer and during that season the nights are pretty bright in the north. Bismarck was heading to the dining room when on top of the stairs she heard something. Quiet singing. It was Heinrich. She went down and stepped in.

"What are you singing?"

"Good evening for you too Bismarck." Heinrich turned to her sitting over his now empty plate. "It's an old American song called "Ghost riders in the sky".

"What is it about?"

"About cowboys."

"Who are they?"

"Stockriders in the USA."

"And is that song a good one?"

"It is, but it would be much better when I had a guitar."

"Okay. If you perform something good again on the organ I'll give you a guitar."

"Deal."

Bismarck sat down again.

This night Heinrich played Bach's minuet in G major. It was very calming.

Bismarck wasn't disappointed at all and as she promised she created a nice guitar for the boy. Heinrich observed it and he was totally satisfied.

"A beautiful one." he said.

"I'm glad. Good night." said Bismarck and left the scene.

"Nearly as beautiful as you." Heinrich thought looking after her. It wasn't five seconds until his mind registered his previous thought. "Wait a minute! What?" He frowned. He rolled his eyes back and forth. "Don't think stupid things man!" he shake his head.

And with that he went back to his cabin to read one of the books he bought in one of the cities.