A/N: Well, here it is. Chapter four. I intend to have chapter five out fairly soon if not everybody's abandoned all hope on this story… Thank you for your patience. Onward, honky! (Hehe.)

I found myself sitting in my room once more, practicing a new piece I had written. I paused every now and then, add sharps and flats, little notes that might make the piece sound better. We still had two days before we were in Venice and I was planning on spending it locked up in my room with my violin- I had done it in Wales, I'd do it here. One note I hit made me wince.

"I'll just raise that to an F sharp…" I murmured, lifting my pen to the staff. I set the pen back down and played that measure again, but it still sounded wrong. I groaned with discontent.

A voice from my doorway made me jump. "Try making it an E flat… That should work perfectly." Suddenly Jekyll was standing behind my chair looking at my music.

I looked it over and played it in my mind and realized he was correct. "Thank you, Doct- Henry… I didn't know you were a musician as well?"

"I'm not much of a musician but as a child I had my share of lessons."

I leaned forward again and changed the note once more.

"Let's hear how it sounds now," Jekyll requested and I lifted my instrument to my shoulder, playing the short piece through again with the revised note. This time it was perfect. I finished with a flare. Smiling, I looked up at Jekyll.

"Thank you, Henry… That was wonderful," I continued, "I don't think I might have thought to put an E flat there."

As I made the finishing markings on the sheet music, Jekyll was looking around the room. He came across something dear of mine. "A rapier?" He questioned, lifting it up gently and looking at me.

I glanced up at him. "Oh, yes. It was my brother's… He taught me to fence. Her name is Lucy."

Jekyll chuckled lightly and my face turned pink. "You named her Lucy?"

"Well… I didn't name her Lucy, my brother did, and the name deserves to stick… I keep it in homage to my brother." I noted.

"Miss D'Autrey, why did your brother not keep it?" Jekyll asked quietly. I think he already knew the answer but didn't want to assume something so serious. "I won't make you tell me."

I held up a hand to tell him it was alright that he could know. "It's fine… You see, my parents didn't really start experimenting until he was sixteen and I was eight… Apparently he had an allergic reaction an amoxicillin they used. He broke out in hives and they closed up his throat… He suffocated and left me Lucy." I stood up from my chair and pulled out the sheath for the thin sword.

I held it out to him. "The scabbard has Lucy inscribed in it. I had it done in Paris." Jekyll took the sheath from me and ran his hands over the inscription.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Miss D'Autrey…"

I shook my head. "Everyone has their time to go, and his just came earlier than some. And you can call me Amorette, by the way. I don't mind," I added, and Henry nodded. "On a different note, I've been wondering…" I paused. "I've been wondering what's all about your alter ego, so to speak."

Jekyll gave a nervous smile. "Oh, yes, Edward… That's what his name is, Edward Hyde."

"He doesn't just carry the name of Jekyll?" I inquired. He shook his head.

"No, no. Back in London I was trying to separate the bad of man from the good, and I did that…" I was listening intently at this point, both intrigued and shocked that a person would be able to do that. "But I was to change into him and I was a reputable doctor, so of course I couldn't have the brute be known as me as well. It would ruin my reputation and more."

Nodding, I asked, "So why didn't you just give up on it and be Henry all the time?"

"The elixir was so addictive… It was like a drug," Henry explained simply, and I accepted it.

"Was it hard leaving London?"

"Being so hated, I was happy to leave at first… But being out of London for so long, I missed it more and more each day," Henry explained. "Now, I want nothing more than to go back. I had friends there. Lots of them who cared."

I gently placed my violin in its case and clamped it shut. "I," I began, resetting my posture, "think we need some fresh air. Do you mind?"

"No, no, I'll come along with you," Jekyll agreed.

"I like the ocean. It seems like it's a neverending blue silk sheet to me."

"'Ello, Jekyll, Amorette!" A Cockney accent startled us both as we gazed out into the sea.

I jumped and turned around. "Oh my, Mr. Skinner, you scared me! I didn't see you! My, I thought you were a ghost!"

"That's shocking to hear when I'm dressed."

I chuckled and ducked my head, "I shock too easily nowadays. Especially after I was literally chased down by a group of strange men of which whom I had no idea of the intentions," I accused. "Terrifying. Simply terrifying."

"Strange men?" Jekyll asked with intrigue.

"Ah, yes. I was wandering near my home one night when it dawned upon me I was being followed. I was captured by a ghost."

Skinner now intruded on our conversation, "But look where it got you, love."

"Oh, you mean on a boat heading to Venice where we must stop a bomb and have hundreds of peoples' lives depending on us? Sounds wonderful, Mr. Skinner!" I enthused. "It seems wonderful up until the bomb part… Shall I reword it to make it sound at least okay?" We all laughed and chatted for a bit before we parted ways. I was off to explore more of the Nautilus, curious as to where everyone was living and to what everything was.

I encountered many men working on the ship, making it better and fixing up minor faults in the more complex parts. I asked most of the working crewmates what they were working on and why until I felt that they were getting annoyed and I moved on to another part of the ship and repeated the actions.

"So what does this pipe do? How about this one? How does that interact with this one? That one's leaking, is it supposed to do that?" The questions rolled on and the shipmates' answers got shorter and more begrudging and I finally gave up when all of them just gave short grunts.

The halls were long and painted off-white. I didn't really like off-white.

Night was befalling us and the halls' only sounds were the quiet chatter of the crew quietly chatting in Hindi. I wondered what they were saying. What did you really have to talk about while walking around on a ship? Not much gossip, I'm assuming. Oh well.

I turned the corner to see Henry standing in a doorway sweating and fiddling with a pocket watch. I stopped myself and took a step back, hiding. This is Harker's room, I believe…What Henry doing here? I heard quiet talk in Wilhelmina's room but I couldn't make anything out. I figured there was another person in the room with her. Why's Henry just standing there? Henry whispered to himself and walked off. I just stood there confused until Dorian walked out, looking smug and putting something in his pocket.

"Hello there, Amorette," Gray said not so pleasantly. "Taking a stroll, are we?"

"It's… It's none of your concern, Mr. Gray," I said to him and straightened out my spine, leaving him to himself.

I walked for awhile until I came across yet another room. I peeked in and found Captain Nemo, Sawyer and Quatermain all talking to one another.

I knocked on the doorframe. "Do you mind if I come in?" I asked, "I'll be quiet, honest." I smiled and they beckoned me in. I invited myself to a seat and listened to them talk. Da Vinci's blueprints of Venice, maps, sorts of things that as a woman, I wasn't taught. I simply sat in the chair and looked nice.

"He's gonna sink the whole city," Sawyer said, and I tuned in.

Quatermain responded with, "Yes, and spark off a world war."

"I'm afraid that's not the sum of our problems." Jekyll appeared in the doorway once more. That man and doorways, honestly… I thought, shaking my head. "Skinner, he's taken a vial of my formula," Jekyll accused quietly.

"Are you sure?" Quatermain asked, and immediately Henry responded.

"Who else? You've seen the way the sneaky blackguard operates."

Now I spoke. "Now, now, Henry, let's not jump to conclusions, perhaps you took it out earlier and forgot?"

Jekyll gave me a sour look and shook his head. "No. I wouldn't have taken it out in the first place. Even if I had, I wouldn't have forgotten. When I take one out, it serves its purpose."

"Maybe it wasn't Skinner? Maybe it was a hand on deck-"

"My men are far more reputable than that."

I shook my head and retreated. "I won't say it is Skinner, but I won't doubt it."