There was a party in the first-class passenger lounge several days after the ship had set sail. Ciel was wandering around, absentmindedly eating the occasional tidbit, his legs still a bit shaky. Sebastian had disappeared, and Eleanora was wandering around outside. People who lived in first-class made her uncomfortable.

"My Lord."

Ciel jumped a bit and turned around. Sebastian was standing behind him.

"It's tonight."

"Yes, I know," Ciel said and frowned at the crowd. He wondered where Elizabeth had run off to. She probably wouldn't notice if he went missing for a couple of hours. "Well…Shall we go? We have to disguise ourselves, after all…"

The boat lurched and he felt a twinge of sickness. No, not now. Not tonight. He could be sick on any other night, but not tonight. Tonight was too important.

"I'll go and get ready," he said, choosing a random excuse to go to his room and lie down for a few minutes. "Meet me in my room in ten."

"Certainly."

And Ciel strode away, trying to indiscreetly grab things for support as he went. Sebastian watched him go and then looked out at the crowd. In the distance, he could see Eleanora outside.

"Well, why not?" he thought. After all, they had parted on rather bad terms. It was high time to make up. He walked towards her.

Eleanora was staring at the stars, shivering slightly. It was a cold night—far too cold for a midnight swim, if any moron was dumb enough to jump overboard. It was also an incredibly peaceful night; nothing out of the ordinary was happening; but for some reason, she couldn't get rid of a nervous feeling in her stomach.

"Ms. Black?"

She turned around; the butler was approaching her.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, standing next to her.

"Nothing. Just…thinking." She looked out at the sea. "It's very calm tonight."

"Mm, that's good. There'll be less excitement."

"It's hard to see anything out here…"

"What's to see?"

"I don't know."

He scoffed and she scowled at him.

"What?"

"Nothing." They were silent for a few minutes. Sebastian started mentally counting down; in eight minutes, he had to go and see the young Master. "I've been thinking a lot too."

"Really? That's a surprise. I hope your little brain wasn't strained from the sudden exercise?"

"Don't get upset; don't get upset; don't get upset…"

"I realize that I may have been a bit…harsh the last time we spoke."

"Really? What gave you that idea?"

"I thought that we might make up," he said, giving her a look from the corner of his eyes, trying to tell her that he was very kindly allowing her to make up with him, and that she should be grateful and seize the chance while she could.

"I thought that I saw a whale," she replied, "but then it turned out to be you."

His eyebrow twitched; he felt his anger rising.

"…Are you implying that I'm fat?"

"If the shoe fits, tubby," Eleanora said, poking his stomach, "wear it."

"I am not FA—" He composed himself. He wasn't going to get anywhere by getting upset with her. Six minutes left. "I take it that you don't want to make up?"

"Ask me tomorrow," she said. "I'm not in a good mood right now."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I don't know," she murmured and looked away. "It's just…It's such a calm night…"

"Yes, I believe that you mentioned that."

"I don't know," she repeated. "I just have this strange feeling…that something really bad is going to happen soon…"

"It'll pass," he said dismissively. Four minutes.

"Maybe it won't. Maybe I'll be right."

"I don't have such a feeling," he said, smiling at her mockingly. "And if someone such as I don't have such a feeling, I don't see much validity."

"But what if I'm right and something bad really will happen?"

"The odds of that happening, Eleanora."

She stared at him for a few minutes, her eyes coldly furious.

"One day," she said slowly, "something really bad will happen, and then you'll see that I was right all along. But by the time that happens, I'll be gone forever, and you'll never see me again."

"Sweetheart," he said, grinning, "when the day comes that I'll never have to see you again, I won't have time to realize that you were right…because I'll be celebrating until Heaven falls."

Eleanora's eyes widened; she couldn't speak for a few minutes from rage; all she could do was spit at him and call him something awful.

"I hate you," she hissed. "I HATE you."

"Likewise, I'm more than sure," he said, still smiling. She stomped away, her eyes filling up with angry tears. Sebastian felt a pang of something…He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe hunger. In any case, he had to go and get his young Master.

He strode to the first-class quarters, his conversation with Eleanora already drifting out of his mind. His last thought about it was,

"She'll get over it. She always could. No matter what happens, she'll be just fine."