MerlinMorgana1579: You'll just have to see... :D (Hahahha O:-))

CHARLES CHUKU: Yup!

The Great Dragon: O_O *Looks a little bit scared* Okay... *Backs away, hands up* Hahaha... Well... Sorry to say this chapter is mostly Arthur related, so, ;) And I haven't seen Castaways either! Eeeekk, maybe I need to get on this watching-new-TV-shows stuff... Thank you thank you thank you! I'm glad, staying in character gets difficult... Funny thing is, last chapter, when we wrote that, I was quite grumpy. So apparently Merlin is grumpier than people think...? God bless you too!

Hannah Lynn McDonald: Oh, right, I had a suspicion you were talking about Apostle Paul, but then again one can never be sure... Wow, that happened to him? *Covers face with hair in shame* Sadly I don't recall that - *Sighs* I'm going to have to re-read Acts a little more, and read Revelations a little less... But yes- Mordred!

Mersan123: Uh-huh! Mordred! :D

Arthur leaned against the side of Gwaine's ship as it rolled on the waves. Arthur decided some hours ago that he quite hated ships. He could barely stand, and was-as Gwaine said-sea sick. He looked down at the waves, then up at the dark sky. Clouds and thunder crashed. Rain fell to the ocean below, and wind howled loudly as the ship sailed through a storm.

No one knew how far away Merlin and the others would be. Gwaine had an idea-he said there was an island about a days travel away, and that was the first place they would look. Beside that... they couldn't keep going through a storm like this one. Finding a place to dock was their best and safest option if they wanted to find Merlin... beside that-if the kidnappers had been smart, they would have docked there as well.

...Sir Louis trekked across the deck, stopping next to his king with a respectful bow. "My lord," he said, his voice quiet against the sound of the storm. The sound of the storm, which, in the past hour or so, had become a great annoyance to him, as he could hardly hear anything. Or anyone.

"SIR LOUIS!" Arthur hollered over the storm, nodding to the knight. He hoped he'd heard him. "DOES GWAINE KNOW HOW FAR OFF THE ISLAND IS NOW?"

'How... far off... this land... now?' Louis frowned, and grimaced. He took a moment before deciding how to reply, "I do not know, Sire!"

Arthur wasn't sure whether to laugh or groan. "THE ISLAND! DOES GWAINE KNOW HOW FAR?" he asked again, gripping the ship's side as he tried not to be thrown from his feet.

"Oh! Forgive me! A day, give or take!" Louis replied. "What do you think we will find?"

Arthur smiled slightly. "I DON'T KNOW! I HOPE MERLIN AND THE OTHERS ARE THERE!"

"AS DO I, SIRE!" Louis yelled above the wind, or the quiet in his ear. The quiet, it made things louder, and quieter. It made voices so hard to hear, yet, the small noises were so much louder, like the screams of the living. Like the creaking of the wood, his ear picked up the little sounds so painfully well, he feared that they would destroy the hearing in his good ear.

Arthur nodded. "WE SHOULD GO BELOW DECK!" he called. Beside that, he wanted to check on Morgana and see how she was doing with all of this. It wasn't exactly normal life for them.

"AYE!" Louis cried out, and nodded briskly, waiting for the King to move before he himself did.

Arthur pushed away from the wall, groaning loudly and then trying to get across the deck quickly. He looked around, seein Gwaine, Percival, and two of his knights keeping the ship steady through the storm.

He and Louis would go to check on Morgana, who he had told to stay below deck durning the storm. He reached the stairs that led down, and took them, sliping, almost falling, and barely catching his balance to reach the end as he did so.

Louis followed after him, having the same issue with the wet stairs. "Sire!" he belted, just a little to loudly. "Is there anything you wish me to do?"

Arthur turned, lips pulling down slightly at the edges and he thought for a moment. "INFORM THE OTHERS THAT I'VE GONE TO CHECK ON MORGANA!" he called, nodding.

Louis nodded quickly, and trudged back up to do just that.

Arthur watched his knight go. He couldn't even begin to tell them how grateful he was to have them all. Certainly, he was their king, and they were loyal to him for that reason, but it was more. They all went above and beyond what was required of them... even complete strangers like Gwaine and Percival were helping him. He would thank them all-as he had already done, but again. He wished he could explain to them how much it meant.

His thoughts moved to Merlin, and the others-even Flynn and Kalian... annoying as they were, were still friends. He hoped they were unharmed. He'd wondered who had taken them. It may have been someone who was in agreement with his father-that all who possessed magic should have been done away with. He hoped not... Merlin had to be alive-Arthur believed he was... and he would hold to that until someone proved otherwise.

He shook his head and cleared the thoughts. He needed to check on Morgana. He headed toward the ship's quarters. Morgana had the first mate's quarters, so he headed in that direction.

Sorry for the short chapter... But, muse comes and goes! The next chapter will, unless something happens between now and then, be about Merlin and Mordred...