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The Capture

Chapter II: Music of the Ocean

The boat ride was not as pleasant as Gilbert remembered, he confirmed much too early for his tastes. It rocked from side to side, and the wood squeaked on every step you took. If you stood in one part of the deck for much too long, the floorboards would cave in, which was obviously proven by the young boy staring out at sea. The floor caved in and the crew members all helped the boy out and patch up his injuries. It saddened Gilbert that the old, used-to-be luxurious boat had become a dump since the old captain had died, old man Yao (, who wasn't very old, but Gilbert liked to call him that.) Yao was a man of pride, and loved giving treats to the children that ran around the boat. Gilbert remembered being a small child when he first met Yao, whom at the time was probably 20 years old. He was given a rice cracker, and since he was still new to the foreign food that came from outside of Germany, Gilbert was hesitant. But when he tried it, his world exploded with awesomeness.

Yes, traveling to England was fun at first, but now his favorite childhood boat had come to a very slow business, and probably at risk of being shut down. Yao didn't have anyone to give the boat to, seeing that his brothers and sisters kicked him out of the house, and that he never necessarily made any friends along his long travels over the sea. And Gilbert's father might've been a good choice, but it turns out he died along with Gilbert's mother in a shipwreck. Gilbert would have gladly taken the boat, but he had already chosen a job long before Yao had died. Ludwig couldn't take the boat because he was a doctor, and he was so devoted to being a doctor that changing his job would probably break his heart. Ludwig did try to save Yao, he tried everything, but the disease seeped in and killed him. There was nothing anyone could do.

Gilbert sighed in aggravation, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt of getting the memories out of his head, which already felt light from the sickly way the boat swayed. He paced around for a bit, but stopped since the creaking noises further blunged his brain into the gutter. When will this ride end? He didn't hate the boat, he hated the driver at the moment for his unskilled sailing and bad direction. Even Gilbert could see that he was heading into the wrong direction. The port was more to the left, and Gilbert wanted to go up the the bad captain and yell in his face for his shitty, inept boat handling skills. Though, he was smart enough to know that doing that would lead him to being thrown off the edge of the ship, and Gilbert wasn't up to swimming with the sharks. And the English waters had (and still does, mind you) a lot of sharks, occasionally Great Whites swam around too.

Gilbert sighed and leaned on the foremast, keeping himself from falling through the floorboards. The mast seemed to still be in fine shape, other than the fact that it had an enormous metal plate bolted onto the bottom due to some fracture. His eyes glazed over once he was sure he was stable, trailing over the horizon. The sun was beginning to set, making the sky glow crimson and violet. Gilbert found it soothing, but he wasn't the best with keeping things smooth and gentle, was he? No, he was a rebel. His parents were aggravated with him constantly, and as soon as his 17th birthday passed, he was kicked out.

Gilbert didn't mind much. In fact, he gladly left, much too excited than any other teenager would be when being kicked out by their parents. He packed up his things and used his savings for a oneway ticket to France. Though, he wasn't the best with managing his money, and ended up on the streets almost immediately when he got there. He took on different temporary jobs, like working for a flirtatious baker by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, who became a close friend of his, and he traveled to Spain and met a overly cheerful man named Antonio Fernández Carriedo, who was a successful man in the art of music. Gilbert became close friends with him as well, getting the job as the second dancer with Antonio. He was Antonio's best man as he got married to a wonderful woman named Anneliese, and they even continued doing their job at the wedding, singing and dancing. It was a job that was fun, but didn't call to him as the job he found in France when he traveled back to tell his stories.

What happened seemed simple, a little kid came up to him and asked him for help with a puzzle. Put when you looked closer, you'd notice that he was able to solve something that was quite hard in the matter of two seconds just by observing the pieces. He put it together like he memorized every piece inside and out. Grown-ups did not understand, they just waved it off as nothing, but the kid was certainly amazed. He gathered his friends and tested Gilbert with all the puzzles he and his friends collected, and he never failed once. Gilbert eventually was able to buy a small apartment with the money he earned in one of his temporary jobs and created it into a work place. Thus, he began his career as a renowned German detective living in Paris, right next to Notre Dame.

Yes, that was how he started his career before going back to Brandenburg to occupy another estate. The more lots he bought, the more fame he earned around europe, but he settled down in Germany for the past few years, so he was more widely know in Germany, more specifically, Eastern Germany. His brother, by that time, set off on his way to England for a good education on the human body, and became a well known doctor in London. Gilbert never wondered what his parents were thinking now, if they were proud of either of them or are disappointed in the fact that they chose not to continue the family business of marketing, but he didn't care. Gilbert wouldn't have cared what they thought of the matter at all, because nothing they say can change the way he is now.

With a sigh, he positioned himself more comfortably and stared off into the tawny horizon. The breeze soothed his eyelids, making them droop slowly to the padding rhythm of the swaying ocean and the calling seagulls. His posture relaxed, and his crimson eyes reflected the sun's golden shine, completing the picturesque painting an artist could only dream of. His lips curved upwards. He knew by the time he wakes up they would be at the island, he just needed to take this little nap. Finally, his eyelids ceased to be ajar, and his breathing relaxed and swayed along with the music of the ocean. By then, the orange glow had become purple with the night sky, and stars flashed in a million twinkles overhead.

By this time of night, a man we have been introduced to from earlier on had been in the stolen royal archives, searching through every book without missing a single word. He was careful when reading, making sure to take some time to memorize the names just in case. By now, he should have come across the name of Elizaveta Adnan, but with no luck evident. None of the names that matched had a claret star next to it, and he was sure he did not miss a single file. It frustrated him to no end, yet he did not show it, careful to make sure that the young maids would not mistaken him for being in a foul mood and leave before saying anything. The young ladies often helped him with many things, since they carried much gossip from the outside world, and he wanted to be in good terms with them.

Finally reading through the last of the books that even had the name "Elizaveta" in it, he shoved it back into the shelf and sat down, settling his delicate, long fingers over the bridge of his nose. He's finally reached his climax. Sending a glance to the clock, he growled. It was already midnight, which meant that all the maids were fast asleep in their chambers. He now could show off his angry and pissed off mood to any extent that he wanted, knowing that no one would be fooling around at this time of night.

That is, he thought. He didn't think that anyone would be up until he heard the sound of heeled shoes clanking down the halls, just outside the echoing library. He narrowed his eyes and turned the lights off, creeping into a shadowed corner for no one to see him. He closed his violet eyes, knowing full well that the moonlight would reflect its shine and give his identity away in instants. Just as he thought, the heels ended in front of the door, opening it altogether. Inside went a woman with long, light brown hair, with a large pink flower resting on her ear. She had slightly tan skin and her hazel eyes with lined with black eyeliner and blue eyeshadow. Her full lips were pursed together as she glanced around the room, seeming like a normal, nervous innocent who had done something that wasn't as bad as breaking a law. She wore a maid's outfit, Roderich could tell as he opened his eyes for a quick glance. He relaxed and came out of his hiding spot.

"Madam, you should not be here at this time of night." He said sternly, causing the woman to jump in surprise. She shook from head to toe, confusing poor Roderich for a moment. "What might be your name? Are you a new maid, perhaps?" He asked, unfamiliar with the new face. She nodded, looking down.

"My name... is Elizabeta Herdevary."

Roderich's mind crashed for a moment, staring blankly at the woman next to him. She began to shake more violently, something that didn't go by Roderich unnoticed.

"... Madam Herdevary, you must go to your chambers now. If my father catches you... it will not be a good sight." He said, giving her a sympathetic look. A fake one, of course, but no one would be able to tell. Not even his father could read him. Elizabeta nodded, turning around and walking back up to her chambers. Roderich now had something different on his mind, going back to turn the light on once more and to start searching the the archives. And there he found it, the claret star glistening with the moonlight by the name recently learned. Elizabeta Herdevary.

He grinned, happy to finally receive the information he's been seeking, and placed the book onto the desk for later. Now, he would just open his windows and listen intently to the relaxing tune. He laid his head gently onto the windowsill, letting the wind whizz by his chocolate locks, send the pleasant music of the ocean towards his eardrums. A soothing tune that always relaxed him. The same soothing tune that his mother used to sing along with when he was a child to have him fall asleep. Oh how he missed his mother's voice, and the song she used to sing.

Lightly, in a soft, angelic tone, Roderich began to sing, imagining himself singing a duet with his mother's voice. Little did he know that both of their voices carried out through the breezes, sending it's tune to a crimson eyed man, sleeping softly and dreamlessly out at sea.

"Come to me, by the tawny sea~ For thee shall listen to the music of the ocean, stirring the torrent with much motion. Come to me, by the tawny sea~"