It was a relief for Empress Emily Kaldwin to finally be capable of removing her Father's Missing Poster from the bulletin for which it had hung upon all these years. Though the moment was a bit bitter sweet when instead of finally being capable of taking down Samuel's, the Empress was instead forced to update it.

Missing

Samuel Beechworth

Age: 25

Hair: Black

Eyes: Emerald Green

All citizens are requested to come forth with any information that may lead to the current location of Samuel Beechworth. If information is proved vital and aid within the living return of the Royal Boatman a rewards of 285,000 Gold Coins shall be granted. Please contact the Watch Guard with any possible leads.

Emily was aware such a reward would drawl out Gold Diggers and Fame Seekers, possibly even fake Samuel's but there was still the chance; no matter how slight; it could also draw out a positive trail on her missing Boatman. Now what to do about those.. Magicals?

That was a rather tricky question as far as the Empress was concerned. She wasn't quite certain permitting them to leave the small Isle was a good idea but maybe if she confiscated their wands and separate the younger- and most likely savable- Generations from the elder; She could rehabilitate them towards the proper ways of society. The Elder Generations though- they would likely cause quandary at every step and turn seeing how set they where in their ways and their... Magic. It was likely she'd have to imprison a vast generality of them and the so called 'Pure Bloods'.

Still she would offer then a chance to peacefully hand over their wands and forsake the ways of Magic, if they could not do that; she would confiscate the sticks herself.

"Allow me to make this perfectly clear; as long as you reside in my world within the recess of my Kingdom, you shall abide by my rules and follow my laws. I do not who you where back in your world nor do I care; here you are no one. Now, I'm going to ask one last time: Hand over your wands so we may properly prepare yourselves for society."

Surprisingly it wasn't Dumbledore or a teacher that stepped forwards but rather a set of twins with oranges-ish-red hair and crimson highlighted robes. Several others in the crimson highlighted robes had tried to grab the two but one had just slipped out of his stripped scarf as the other brushed the grabby hands away. They stared at her for a brief moment before speaking.

"We don't-"

"-really know-"

"-exactly what's going- "

"-on, but we did actually-"

"-listen to Samuel's stories."

"From our understanding-"

"-having magic here-"

"-is the worst thing possible."

She's heard of these two from her Father: Fred and George Weasley. Twins, Pranksters, Gryffindors. Physically impossible to tell apart and more likely then not to always be at the center of any and all unexplained mischief.

"But the way-"

"-we figure it-"

"-better monetary separated-"

"-then an eternal rest. "

She's not surprised to find that even their wands look similar as two are held out to her by the twins with matching grins. Its almost as if someone had hit a switch as the moment the gentle pocket the two sticks, slowly but surely further students in crimson, yellow, blue and even green highlights step forward. She can't help but notice, Dumbledore's sour expression almost as though he had swallowed a lemon whole.

Emily wonders if she could pay the boy with the advanced camera; Colin, if she recalls correctly; to be her Royal Photographer.

"You're not very good at this."

"I'm an assassin not a carpenter. "

"And I'm a boatman, but that doesn't appear to be stopping me."

The boatman couldn't help but point out the obvious as he stared at the Knife collapsed in the sand. Really he had been expecting a bit more from the 'Knife of Dunwall' but only thirteen hours into the 'project' and the man looked ready to call it quits. Honest, it was pathetic.

"You're not human."

The other complains causing the boatman to raise a brow.

"I assure you, I am one hundred percent human. You're just lazy."

The boatman ignores the sputtering mess on the ground as he re-shoulder's the thirteen foot log he and Daud had been carrying before the other decided to collapse. The Boatman doesn't actually need the Assassin's help- a bonus of her renowned youth- but Samuel would be damned before he did all the work himself while the other lazed about.

He was a Boatman, not a pack mule after all.

He was a slave driver.

The once elderly man turned young and youthful may hide behind his 'Boatman' title but the Knife could see exactly what the emerald eyed enigma was. To be blunt the assassin hadn't worked so hard since he was a child being taken from his home and thrown into a world of lies, deceit, and death.

As it is the they had been working diligently for thirteen hours without so much as a five minute breather- it was only natural he would wear himself out and the sand was practically the most comfortable thing in slight... Well unless he wished to tempt his luck with using Corvo's Boatman as a bed... - but the damnable boatman didn't appear to have such issues as he persistence forward with not so much as a hint of exhaustion. What was it with older generations and working theirselves to death?

It was official, he was going to steal the Corvo's Boatman and force him to be The Whaler's or maybe even his own personal chief for all eternity. He doesn't quite recall the last time he's had such a decent meal and it almost- almost- makes up for the elder's slave driver tendencies when working. He ponders who good a chief could be with proper materials and after a moment decides that likely would make up for the relentless overworking. Then there was the nice added bonus of not only being capable of completing his assignment from the Outsider but being able to piss off Corvo Attano within the same gesture.

After all, everyone knew how the Royal Protector felt about his boatman; Daud had a feeling it didn't change when the other suddenly when from charming elder to handsome youth. Yes he admitted it; Handsome. The Boatman had the looks of a healthy and properly cared for Noble. Those eyes where unique too, he never quite heard of let alone witness a person with eyes of emeralds before. Corvo had taste, Daud would grant him that. He ponders what the Royal Protector would do if he was to seduce the boatman after all they where stranded upon an island of cannibals together and it was human nature to seek comfort in times of distress..

Heh, he could almost taste the dark eyed man's fury.

Across from the Knife of Dunwall, Samuel Beechworth couldn't help but scowl as he was sudden filled with a sense of annoyance. For some reason, the boatman felt as though some idiot was plotting to use him in some complicated scheme... Again.

"Achoo!"

"Bless you."

Sebastian Moon was a quite, polite man. He did not get involved in other's disputes and did his outright best to look after his God Brother's estates while the other was off charting the sea in hopes of forgetting. The stormy eyed man is quite certain the slightly elder- by three months- has managed to so exactly that by now but... Well he does not expect the elder to return to a home where every corner holds a new memory to haunt him.

The estates where always peaceful, quite, and maybe a tad bit isolated- what else could one expect when they lived upon their own island after all? So it was only natural his first thought upon seeing Empress Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin I and her Royal Protector; Corvo Attano, upon his doorstep is 'Oh shit, what the hell did Samuel do now?'

A part of him knows its rather unjust to automatically blame his God Brother but if you had grown up with Samuel Beechworth you would have understood. His God brother was what many would likely consider as close to sainthood as a living man could be, but the other had horrid luck as trouble quite literally seemed to stalk the elder like a lion stalks it prey. As children, Sebastian, himself, had been pulled into countless misadventures thanks to his God Brother's misfortune and had ended up requiring countless therapy sessions for new fount phobias with each 'adventure'.

"Sebastian Moon?"

A part of him wants nothing more then to reclose the door and return to his recliner by the fireplace where he would go over dusty memories and ponder exactly how many of his snowy hairs was caused thanks to his God Brother but on the other hand...

If Samuel was in trouble... If he needed him, Sebastian just couldn't turn his back and walk away. And why else would Royalty be on this island unless something drastic had happened to the other? A mental sigh leaves the man as he straightens, sharp stormy eyes locking onto the two before him.

"I am. "

"Is this Beechworth Manor?"

"It is. Has something happened to Samuel I would be aware about?"

The Empress seems to consider something for a moment before speaking.

"Its a long story. One we should likely take inside. "

"Of course My Lady."

He makes tea and biscuits for his guest before making himself comfortable by the fire and listening closely to his guests' story. The more he listens the more Sebastian could feel the scowl twisting upon his face as his fingers flex for the gun at his waist. He's not quite certain of who he would shoot should he reach it:

Corvo for failing to protect His Family more then once.

Dumbledore- what type of name was that?- for using Magic of all things, to kidnap Samuel.

Samuel's new kidnapper- once he fount the fucker- for stealing the stubborn boatman the moment he was safely back in Dunwall.

The Outsider, for if the legends are true, he has to be involved some way or another.

Or Samuel himself for still having such rotten luck he can't even go a decade without being kidnapped.

Yet he manages to keep his urges in check. It wouldn't be very gentleman or pacifist like to start shooting people now would it?

"I'm afraid this was a waste of trip Your Majesty. Samuel has not returned to this Manor since his Wife and Father passed away and he entrusted it into my care. If I may, if you are looking for Samuel and he has escaped his kidnapper; he is likely at sea. The sea is Samuel's home, the only true place he feels safe. "

"Wife?!"

Oh, right. Samuel never did like talking about her after her death. It was far too harrowing so the elder avoided the subject like the plague until he managed to forget and then it became taboo in fear of reminding the boatman when they arranged an encounter at whatever tavern was convenient.

"Amaranth Beechworth nee Knight. A rather lovely and gentle woman. It was such a shame when her illness finally got the best of her. Samuel named his boat after her if I recall correctly."

"Illness?"
The Empress is all but sitting upon the edge of her seat, a calculated look within her eyes.

"Amaranth was born with an advanced stage of Diffuse Alveolar Hemorrhage. Samuel was aware of it from the start but I suppose Love is Blind as he married her anyway. Everyone knew he was setting himself up for heartache but he never cared. He built her a cottage further inland to grant her clearer air, hired the best physician to research the illness and bought her a Private Nurse. I like to believe it was because of her efforts that Amaranth actually lived longer then others believed she would. "

He had always figured there was something more to the name 'Amaranth' then Samuel would say, but a wife...

Heh, to be honest Corvo had believed the 'hopeless love' to be of a completely different variety. Though it made sense he supposed, even the most cold hearted of men would wish to at least have something to recall their loved one's by; a namesake wasn't that far out nor was it the worse the Royal Protector had seen.

After all, he had dubbed the Jessamine when it had been first crafted. It was strong, loyal and faithful; much like the woman it was named after and the Amaranth which saw them through hell and back.

Corvo ponders if he could convince Samuel to talk about her. People where said to bond over the memories of love ones lost to them after all.

Somewhere lost to sea on an isle of cannibals.

"Achoo!"

"Bless you," the Knife of Dunwall spoke before catching a scowl across the younger's- he wasn't quite sure if the other was younger or older then him now- face, "What's wrong?"

"...I've suddenly got the strangest urge to strange Corvo."

"Ah, I get those all the time."