This is chapter 6

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April 12th, 1912

"The next day was uneventful, I unintentionally traveled around the ship in search of Reid, but was unsuccessful, but I was lucky enough to meet a charming officer named Dimitri Gavril Russak. He was a young boy around the same age as myself. He looked much like Noah, except his skin was tanned because of his work on the decks, and his marvelous pair of light green eyes…"

Looking out at the ocean Luciano sighed; he had searched nearly every part of the ship and had yet seen neither hide nor hair of the charming doctor. Sighing he journeyed one last trip around the deck. Opening his book he began reading. Smiling as he read the words. He couldn't help but think that Reid Oliver was like Mr. Darcy, only it was the opposite situation than in the book. Reid hated him because of his wealth, yet Darcy despised Elizabeth because of her inferiority.

Walking around a stairwell leading to the bridge he felt a person bump into him; once again this caused him to drop his book. Bending down he scooped up his own book, and he also reached down to pick up the noticeably thicker book. Reading the title he looked up shocked at the man standing over him.

"I'm so sor-," The tall man was interrupted before he could apologize.

"You're reading War and Peace?" Luciano's face was almost comical. He couldn't believe the crew member in front of him could possibly be ready the difficult book. Standing up and handing the book back to the young adult with a shake of his head.

"Sorry, I mean, I just didn't think that-," he couldn't even say anything without sounding rude.

The dark haired man chuckled. "No- no it's understandable, no one really expects me to be able to read a difficult book." "No that's not what I-." "It's alright, it's alright."

Laughing Luciano extended his hand. "Can we start over, my name is Luciano Grimaldi, and I only meant that- actually I have no idea what I meant."

Chuckling, the crewman took the waiting hand. "Of course, my name is Dimitri Russak." He only chuckled at the last comment.

Luciano couldn't help but laugh along with him, his laugh was contagious.

"I couldn't help but notice that you are reading a book also."

Gripping his copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands he offered it to Dimitri. Smiling the crewman took it and read the cover. "Pride and Prejudice." Handing the book back he shrugged, "never read it."

"Well you must, it's a wonderful book. It's a tad bit Rome and Juliet, Only much better."

Raising his eyebrow Dimitri grinned, "I think I will have to read it." Handling the book in his hands he laughed and handed it back the Italian in front of him. "I can tell that you enjoy the book, and you seem like the kind of person who knows a lot about looks. Are you a writer?"

Luciano shook his head with a sad smile on his face, "I would love to be a writer, but my father would disown me."

"Hey Dimitri," shouted a short man from the bridge. "We need you up here."

Looking over his shoulder Dimitri shouted back to the pale young man, "Coming Charles."

Turning back to Luciano he handed back his book. "It was nice to meet you Luciano."

Smiling Luciano nodded. "It was nice meeting you also Dimitri."

After meeting Dimitri he didn't do much else. The rest of his hours were spent sitting on deck reading.

Looking at his watch he found he had just enough time to go back to the room and get changed. After changing Luciano made his way to the dining room. Meeting his mother at the dining room door she took his arm and they walked to their seats. Once seated Luciano's eyes immediately went to Reid's seat but he was disappointed to find the seat empty. Turning back to his mother he found her smiling at him and looking over where Luciano had just been looking.

She turned back and gave a small laugh, but fell silent when the first course was served. Once again his father did all the talking, and before he knew it dinner had ended. He was dragged to the den where he and the same men as the previous day where meeting.

Walking into the cozy room the men and Damian sat down on the comfy couches while Luciano leaned against the fireplace mantel. He stared into the fire watching the flames sway. The crackling of the fire hypnotized him. His observing was interrupted by Noah who leaned next to him on the fireplace.

"Luciano."

Glancing up Luciano nodded and looked back into the fire.

"Why are you mad at me? If it's about yesterday I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have been trying to tell me what to do."

Luciano's head snapped up and he gave Noah a searching look. "What do you mean telling you what to do? I never tell you what to do Noah."

Shaking his head Noah scoffed.

"You're not a very good comrade Luciano."

With that said he rushed out of the room momentarily pausing to chat with an elderly man walking into the room. Luciano rubbed his face and turned to his father. "Sir if you don't mind I'm going to take my leave, I'm not feeling very well."

The other men nodded, but Luciano's father gave him a disapproving scowl.

Rushing out of the room Luciano made his way to his room. Walking through the door he searched for his mother.

"Mother, mother."

"I'm on the balcony baby."

Poking his head through the doorway he smiled at his mother.

"Hi mama."

"Hello baby."

Luciano plopped down in the chair on the other side of the small table occupying the small balcony room.

"Luciano?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you knew where your friend was tonight."

"I don't know, I-I haven't seen him all day."

Sighing Luciano laid his head on the table. He felt a hand run through his hair and he smiled. Standing up he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Well I think I'll be going to bed."

"So early, do you feel alright Hun? You went to sleep early yesterday too."

Grimacing he answered his mother, "Yes, but I've been a little bit tired."

"Well alright then, good night."

Luciano dressed into his sleeping clothes and slid under the red covers on his bed. Pulling the covers over his head he furrowed his brow. Where was Reid all day today? He hadn't seen him all day. Maybe he would find Professor Hughes or his son and ask them.

He fell into a restless sleep.