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They were in a tavern just off of the docks, one with bedrooms above it. It was now evening and there were no signs of Flynn. Something that always unnerved Lucy. He always seems to pop up when she wasn't expecting it and usually when she was alone. Still Wyatt was constantly on edge. Watching the door, the whole room and his 4 times great grandfather, who was currently drinking whiskey with the older gentlemen at a table near the back. Both were in deep conversation. `

"Whose the guy he's with?" Rufus asked.

"Field Marshall Sir Evelyn Wood," Wyatt stated without even having to think about it, he certainly knew the History of this man's life, "he's Basically his boss. He was his butler for 20 years. He's the reason that Alexander went back to retrieve the bible" Wyatt answered, taking a swig of his drink.

"What was so important about this bible?" Lucy questioned, for once not knowing the information about a trip.

Wyatt's eyes never left Alexander, "It was in battle. The mist of it all. Evelyn Wood had lost a man he considered a son minutes before, a man called Campbell. He turned to Alexander and asked him to retrieve the saddle bag that belonged to Campbell from a dead horse kilometres away. In this bag were personal belongings, including a bible. A bible that Wood knew Campbell's wife would want," Lucy was soaking it in, listening to every word, "and a bible he wanted to use to bury Campbell personally"

She shook her head, she loved all kinds of history. Sometimes unknown history was even before. Undiscovered. Personal. Only passed down through generations.

"So Alexander went, through gunfire and total chaos. He retrieved the saddle bag and after a lull in the fighting. He dug the grave himself and put Campbell's body into it. While Wood spoke words from that very bible" Wyatt stated.

"Wood risked another mans life after losing one minutes before? Had he lost his mind?" Rufus dumbfounded.

Wyatt nodded, "Pretty much. He was in shock. He wasnt thinking straight. He lost someone very important to him"

"Surely Alexander would have known that and told him no?" Rufus asked.

Wyatt gave a chuckle and finally drew his gaze away from his ancestor to look at Rufus, "Its called following orders," Wyatt simply stated, "even if you think they are wrong. Even if you think you are risking your life. Its what you do," he then turned back to the table with the two men, "its what he did. His whole life. He protected that man with everything he had. When Wood was dying at home in England, he wanted Alexander there to say goodbye. He thanked him for his long service and for saving his life on more than one occasion"

Lucy finally let it sink in, "That's incredible. He was truly a credit to the military" her eyes went to Alexander chatting to the man who he dedicated his life to. Enjoying their time together.

"It also helped that Wood left £300 in his will to Alexander" Wyatt stated and took another sip of his drink.

"£300? What good was that?" Rufus asked, almost scoffing at the amount.

Lucy chuckled, "That was £300 then Rufus. Your talking close to £15,000 now. So it was a lot of money for someone of Alexander's standing"

"It's the reason i'm here" Wyatt agreed, "with that money Alexander shipped his family off to life in America. New beginnings"

"Its a beautiful story" Lucy commented, catching Wyatt's eyes. It lingered and he nodded in agreement, thanking her, "and its going to stay that way" she told him with confidence.

"As long as i keep my eye on him" Wyatt agreed.

"I'm going to go to the ladies room" Lucy stated and stood up, heading towards the women bathroom. She looked in the mirror and brushed herself down. She was determined to keep Wyatt's family history intact. There was more to this story, Wyatt had mentioned that on this trip Alexander had met his future wife, a sudden realisation hit her. There were two young women behind them coming off the boat. She quickly headed out the door but hit a chest and felt herself fall back before being caught by two strong arms.

"Ye alright Miss?" she looked up at the voice. But she couldn't respond. It was Alexander. Wyatt's ancestor right in front of her and she froze, "Miss?" the strong Scottish accent was clear.

"Erm, mmm" she cleared her throat, "yes thank you. I'm so sorry i wasnt looking where i was going"

"Don't you worry. As long as your alright" he nodded at her, "American?" he asked with curiosity, obviously catching her accent.

"Ah yes, actually. I'm here with-"

"-Lucy?" a worried Wyatt's voice appeared and then he did round the corner and he stopped abruptly at the sight of her talking to Alexander.

"-my Husband! I'm here with my husband" she looked straight to Wyatt for confirmation. And he snapped out of his daze and walked over to them.

"How'd you do Sir" he put out his hand, she could see it in his face as Alexander shook it. Pure awe.

He scoffed, "Please, Sir is for the man out there and my Father. Call me Alex"

Wyatt nodded in agreement, "I'm Wyatt and this is my wife Lucy, but i see you've already met"

"Before she even told me ya was her husband i knew from you shouting her name. That was a man shouting for his wife" he chuckled, causing Lucy's cheeks to flush. He always shouted her name with concern like that if he didnt know where she was. She glanced briefly to Wyatt who stood tall and barely reacted to the comment.

She looked to Alexander and cleared her throat, "Do you have a wife Alex?" knowing full well that he didn't yet.

Alex smiled and for a moment she saw Wyatt again. That smile was definitely shared between them. It was incredible, "Na, not yet. 25 and unmarried. That's a sin right?" he joked, "besides, who am i going to meet doing what i do for a living?"

"Ah never say never" Wyatt responded, placing his hand on the small of Lucy's back. A gesture she wasn't expecting, but relaxed into it, "my Wife's a nurse, met after she bandaged me up after the war"

"I see your dress," Alex commented on Wyatt's attire, "what infantry you with?"

"40th" Wyatt quickly responded, however there was obvious confusion on Alex's face at his accent, "i was born and raised in London, however i moved over to America when i was 15, kinda wanted to fit in, so adopted the accent. But i have a dual passport, gave me the opportunity to fight for my country of birth"

Lucy was impressed. Quick thinking from him and Alex nodded ,"Impressive and admirable. Thank you for your service" he put out his hand again and Wyatt quickly took it.

"And you Sir,-" Wyatt replied, and then was given a look by his ancestor, "i mean Alex"

Alex chuckled and nodded to Lucy like he had a hat on, "Well you two have a nice evening and stay. Lovely to meet ya" he nodded and disappeared around the corner.

"Holy cow" Wyatt breathed and removed his hand. Suddenly Lucy felt the loss of its feeling on her back, "i met him Lucy! I met him!" he looked happy as he looked round the corner to watch him sit back down. It was the first time since they had the call that Wyatt had smiled and looked genuinely happy, she wanted to keep it that way.

"Wyatt i thought of something" she stated, grabbing his attention, "you told me he married a French women right?" she asked, he nodded in response, "Empress Eugenie took a pilgrimage to the place her son was killed. Wood and Alexander accompanied her on that trip. That's what they are doing here. The women we saw getting off the boat was her"

"Your saying that middle aged lady and Empress of France is my 4 times great grandmother?" he questioned with humour and confusion.

She rolled her eyes, "No, but they weren't the only ones on the boat. Two other women were with her. Ladies in waiting. They would be French, Wyatt. One of those women goes on to marry Alexander"

Realisation hits him and he nods in agreement, "Now all we have to do is work out which one"