"Alright gentleman, you can wake. We're at the docks," the man parked his cart and began to gather his items.
Victor stretched out. He and Logan had taken the opportunity to do something they never got to do. Nap.
"Wake up Jimmy," the elder shook his brother and stood, "Time to go."
"We here?" He half snored into his brother's arm, "That didn't take long."
"Sure didn't," he stretched, popping his joints, "Alright, let's go get these tickets so we can board."
"You ever been on a boat before?" Logan climbed down and looked at the crowd of people trying to shuffle about.
"You are with me 80% of the time. You tell me if I've been on a boat before," he scoffed and grabbed the basket, "You watch the stuff and get us some food while I get these tickets."
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the cart," he marked before going to get some snacks. They still had food and he knew his brother just wanted some sweets. Which was fine, that's what he wanted too.
x
"Two tickets to New York. That'll be $50," the teller reached to take the money, "And I'll need your papers."
Vic paused, "What papers?"
He gave him the basic rundown of what he would need. Victor just tilted his head at the man and looked to the other people.
"Do they have these papers?"
"Look, I don't make the rules ok, kid. Do you have the papers or don't you? Your parents have them perhaps? As you can see it's packed in here and people are trying to make the boat before it leaves out."
"When does it leave anyway?"
"In the next hour. Now please step aside so I may tend to others," he told him before waving a man over.
Victor raised a brow. He wasn't sure what papers he was talking about but he did not do all this to be told no now.
x
Logan crunched on his candied nuts and stood by the docks, watching as people kissed loved ones goodbye and all those affectionate things.
"Jimmy, we got an issue," he heard his brother call.
"Did you pee your pants?" he looked over.
"How would you like to wind up dead?" he narrowed his eyes to him, "Guy claims we need some type of papers. Something about our parents should have them."
"So give him some more money, not like we can probably use it in America."
"We don't know that. They may give us a little for it," he watched as the lines of people snake around the harbor.
Logan sighed and looked about, "So, what are we gonna do?"
"Any ideas?" he turned back to the boat as people boarded.
The younger looked down to the water and to their baskets, "These float. And we can swim," he looked to his brother, "Think you can hold your breath long enough to get to the opposite side of the boat?"
Vic paused before smirking, "Think you can scale it?"
"That a challenge?" he smirked.
x
No one seemed to notice as two large baskets floated out to Lake Ontario. If they did they didn't say anything. Logan and Victor moved as quickly as possible to get to the other side of the boat.
They managed to scale the side and check to make sure no shiphands were around before climbing up.
"Come on, let's go find somewhere to dry off," Victor shivered, helping his brother up the side and they scurried off somewhere to hide and change into dry clothes to avoid suspicion.
x
How long do you think it'll take us to get to America?" James looked at the water, still shaking, as they began moving.
"Why do you keep asking me this stuff like I know?" he scoffed and watched the water, "Nice view at least."
"Maybe you'll find you a nice lady who can deal with your smell," Logan nudged him.
"You're full of jokes," he smacked him in the head, "I take more baths that you do."
"Excuse me," a hand fell on Logan and Victor's shoulders, "Can I talk to you young men in private?"