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RMS Olympic, 1911

It had been two weeks since the collision with HMS Hawke; the Olympic had been stationary at Southampton whilst she had emergency patching to her hull before she could attempt the voyage back to Belfast for more permanent repairs. Murdoch was sitting at his desk, his room was very simple containing a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a chair, he found himself having more free time than usual as it was only the crew sailing on the Olympic to Ireland, that meant there was no cargo onboard and no passengers he had to deal with, so he decided to write a few letters to his family. He had written one to his mother and father explaining the temporary repairs the ship had been given and the more permanent repairs she would receive once back at Harland and Wolff. He was just about to start a letter to his sister when Lights came in through the door.

"Alright, William?" Lights asked cheerfully.

"Did you knock, Lights?" Murdoch asked not looking up from the letter.

"Yeah, I think so" Lights said which earned him a stern look from Murdoch. Lights sighed in defeat; he went back outside, closed the door behind him and knocked on the door. He opened it enough so he could look in at Murdoch. "May I please come in, William" Lights said sarcastically.

"You may" Murdoch said once again not looking up from the letter.

"What you doing?" Lights asked, as he sat on Murdoch's bed.

"I'm writing a letter to my sister"

"Oh yeah, have you written one to your wife yet? Oh wait I forgot, you don't have a wife" Lights chuckled.

"Drop it, Lights" Murdoch said warningly.

"Just stating a fact, William. Besides we've known each other for twelve years almost and you've never once mentioned a woman to me"

"Lights, I wouldn't mention a woman to you, if you were the last person on Earth" Murdoch said, still writing his note.

"Well, of course you wouldn't, I'd be the only person around and therefore there would be no women"

"That's exactly my point, now can you please just drop the subject"

"Sorry mister sensitive. Anyway I only came to say I have a surprise for you in the mess hall" Lights grinned.

"Oh God" Murdoch said horrified "Do I need to put in my resignation now or should I do it after?"

"You hurt me, William. You really do"

Murdoch sighed and put the letter he was writing away, ready for when he returned "What is it, Lights?" Murdoch asked as he stood up.

Lights stood up also "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Lights said excitedly before rushing out the door "Come on then" Lights shouted from the corridor. Murdoch shook his head, dreading of what Lights had in store for him.

The two men entered the mess hall, where Lights pushed Murdoch into a chair and started rummaging through cupboards.

"It's not a puppy, is it?" Murdoch chuckled.

"Shut up, you tart" Lights said before placing a cup in front of Murdoch.

"What's this?" Murdoch asked confusingly.

"That's lemonade, William. I made it myself and everything"

"Where did you get the lemons?"

"Where did I get the lemons? I make you lemonade and that's all you got to say?" Lights laughed, Murdoch looked at him sternly "There the ship's lemons, alright?"

"You know that's stealing, don't you?"

"Why don't you shut up, you soppy old git. It's not stealing, think about it as soon as we get back to Belfast their only going to take all the food out of the ship, throw it away and restock the ship again. Go on try some"

Murdoch sighed and picked up the cup, he was about to take a sip but then thought better of it "There's no alcohol in this, is there?"

"Of course not, what do you take me for?"

"Give me five minutes and I'll make you a list" Murdoch said as he smelt the drink checking for any signs of alcohol "How much sugar did you use?" Murdoch asked before finally taking a sip.

"Sugar?" Lights asked confusingly.

Murdoch cringed and pursed his lips at the sour bitter taste "It's very good" Murdoch lied as convincingly as he could, as tears began to fill his eyes from the acidity of the drink.

"Really?" Lights asked as he turned to rummage through more cupboards giving Murdoch time to regain his composure. Before Murdoch could answer Wilde walked through the door "Ah, Henry try some of this lemonade"

Murdoch who was now standing behind Lights widened his eyes and started shaking his head frantically; Wilde saw Murdoch's warning "No, thank you Charles. I just came to inform the two of you that it's your turn on watch"

"Thank you, Henry. Come on, Lights" Murdoch said as he walked out the door.

"Another thing, Mr Lightoller. Where did you get that lemonade from?" Wilde asked suspiciously.

Lights thought it'd be best if he didn't tell Wilde where he got the lemons from because unlike Murdoch who pretends not to have a sense of humour, Wilde really didn't have one. "Well that lemonade, um... well that actually came from..." Lights put one hand over his mouth "Lights" he said trying to be as discreetly as possible whilst also trying to attempt a Scottish accent. "I better go help William; he'd be lost without me" Lights ran out the room quickly as possible before Wilde could call him back, he ran through several corridors and staircases before finally he caught up with Murdoch.

"He asked you were you got the lemonade from, didn't he" Murdoch laughed as Lights struggled for breath.

The two men entered the bridge and looked out to the horizon. "It's going to take forever to get to Belfast" Lights sighed, already bored.

"Well we have to go slow so the patching to the hull doesn't get damaged and also the fact that only one engine is working" Murdoch explained.

"I know but going at ten knots is too much" Lights whined like a child causing Murdoch to giggle "Besides I don't even know why we have to be on watch, we're going so slow, it's not as if we're going to hit something"

"Stop complaining, Lights"

"I'm not complaining, I'm just saying" Lights sighed in frustration "Do you want to play a game?" Lights asked as Murdoch turned to give him a questioning look.

"What game?"

Lights shrugged "I spy" Lights suggested.

"One game and that's it, agreed" Murdoch said in defeat, knowing that if he didn't play a game with Lights, he would have to hear him complain for the rest of the voyage.

"Whatever you say, William" Lights said excitedly "Shall we say the first one to get a hundred right?" Lights said laughing as he noticed the horrified look on Murdoch's face.

So who can guess the name of the next ship? I can't tell you how long it took me to write this chapter, I was looking at a blank screen for most of yesterday, then I was reading my book about Titanic and was reading about all the food she had onboard and I came across the lemons :-) I'm so random.