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Arthur: Please Excuse Sarpndo while she regains her composure.

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Blegh! This chapter sucks...because it's a filler...and I hate writing fillers.

I awoke and found myself alone in the room. I stood and walked to the door. I opened it and was surprised at how very silent the ship was. I walked through the ship and finally came up onto the deck. The ship was huge, much larger than it had even looked when we had boarded. There were a few workers on deck, but it was mostly empty and silent, the reason being that it was quite late.

I sighed softly looking out across the waves. The sky was clear and the moon cast silver shadows on the swells. I closed my eyes and let myself pretend that I was on the Midnight Siren, on one of the quiet moments when everyone was asleep or in the galley, and I was alone on the deck, imagining my future, bright in all its possibilities.

I heard footsteps that triggered more memories and smiled. It was Arthur. He often joined me on those nights, quiet and gentle in the moonlight. I didn't move and let him wrap his arms around me. "Hello, love," he said softly.

"Hello, Arthur," I murmured, leaning back against him.

"My brothers know the situation. They will leave you alone now."

"I do not mind them, just as long as they keep their distance."

"They will, and won't ask anymore questions."

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. "Thank you." I kissed him softly on the lips.

He smiled. "Anything for you, Amelia."

I turned back around and looked at the sky. "It is so peaceful."

"That it is."

"Where are your brothers?"

"They're in the galley."

"Alfred?"

"He is there too."

I smiled. "I suppose he can stay up tonight. Get to know his uncles."

"Where do you want to go, love?"

I sighed. "I have not really thought about it. Where do you want to go?"

"I think I want to go to America, start a new life."

I nodded. "That would be nice. I bet my brother Matthew could help us find a place out West. Out there is all about starting over, and there is a lot of space."

Arthur nodded. "We would be far away from the sea."

I nodded. "Is that alright? I know how much you love the sea."

Arthur laughed bitterly. "Honestly, if I never saw the sea again, it would be too soon."

"Arthur?" I said, turning and touching his cheek.

"The sea almost made me lose you. My love for the sea almost destroyed you. No, I am done with the sea. Let this be my last voyage."

I smiled and kissed him softly. "Arthur, it was not your fault."

He kissed me back, holding me tightly. He pulled away, green eyes full of pain. "I almost lost you, and even though I didn't lose you physically, your soul was nearly gone. I watched you slowly break and vanish. It hurt more than any scar."

I buried my face in his chest. "Arthur, it is over. I love you, I am here, and will never leave you. I am here to stay, and I am recovering."

He stroked my hair. "I know, Amelia, but it still hurts to see you in pain."

I looked up at him, smiling. "It is alright, Arthur. It really is."

He kissed me again. "Come, let's go actually meet the family, since the introductions got interrupted last time."

I giggled. "Yes, I suppose they did."

He led me back below-deck and to the galley. It was loud and grew louder when he opened the door. However, the noise quickly fell silent when we entered. The only voice that did not quiet was Alfred's. "Mommy! I'm so glad you're okay! Daddy said you were not feeling very well!"

I smiled. "Yes, Alfred, I am quite alright."

"Yay! Mommy! Daddy's brothers are really cool!"

I smiled. "They are your uncles."

"Okay, Mommy. You have to meet them all!"

I laughed and let him pull me away from Arthur. "This is Uncle William. He's from Wales. Mommy, did you know you could live in whales?"

I chuckled. "Alfred, that is Wales, w-a-l-e-s. It is a country."

"A country?"

"Yes. It is a big piece of land where lots of people all live."

"Oh. Okay."

I stretched my hand out to William, a shorter, slender man with reddish blonde hair, light green eyes and large eyebrows, though his eyebrows were not as large as either Arthur's or Alistair's. "Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure," he said, nodding his head and shaking my hand.

Alfred dragged me away before I could say anything else. "This is Uncle Liam and Conor. They're twins!"

I smiled. Liam was slightly taller than Conor, but both had curly reddish brown hair with green eyes and the Kirkland eyebrows. I stuck my hand out. "Pleasure to meet you both."

They nodded. "Yer bonny, Coleen."

"Ken see why Artur likes ye."

I smiled "Thank you."

Alfred grinned. "These two are funny! They always finish each others' sentences!"

I laughed. "Twins do that sometimes."

Alfred tugged on my arm. "You've met Uncle Alistair, but you have to meet Uncle Peter!"

I shook my head in amusement and followed Alfred to Peter who was very blonde, much like Arthur, but had bright blue eyes. I stuck my hand out and said, "So, you are Peter Kirkland?"

He grinned and shook my hand. "That I am, ma'am."

"How old are you, Peter?"

"Fifteen! So, I'm not a kid, no matter what anybody else says."

I laughed. "Of course not." I looked at Alfred. "I am going to go talk to Alistair for a bit. You stay here and have fun with Peter, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy!"

Peter grinned. "See you later, Mrs. Kirkland."

"Please, call me Amelia," I said, chuckling. "I am not that old."

He nodded and I walked over to where Alistair was sitting. "Alistair, I want to thank you for getting us off the island, and apologize for my distrust."

He nodded. "Aye, lassie. Do nae worry 'bout it. Ah understand. Jest know none of us would ever hurt ya."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded and I walked back over to Arthur. "They seem quite well-mannered and calm."

"It's because you are here."

"What am I? A porcelain doll?"

"Yes."

I slapped his arm. "Am not."

He touched my face gently. "Amelia, much as you deny it, you are very fragile right now. I know it, they know it, even Alfred knows it, and he's six."

I sighed. "I hate it, but I cannot do anything about it."

"Shh, love, I know. It is alright."

I sighed and looked back at the Kirkland brothers and smiled as they became a little more lively, beginning to tease each other and interacting with Alfred in such a way that made my heart glow. "You're brothers are good men, Arthur."

Arthur grumbled under his breath.

"They seem like a rowdy bunch, but they care about you, and family. They remind me of Alfred, in a way."

He nodded. "Yes, I suppose they are very similar. Maybe that's why I hated Alfred so much."

I laughed. "You did not. You hated Alfred as much as you hate these guys. Which is not at all."

Arthur scowled but did not argue. I turned back to the boys and watched my son, and my family, content and safe.

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