Chapter 3

They stood on the pier each with their respective families. Chloe, along with Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs, Beale, was sporting puffy red faces. As a result, and possibly due to her own emotions, Beca was unwilling to let go of Chloe's hand while they said their goodbye's.

There was no life for them in Berlin. It was far too dangerous now. Chloe didn't want to live in fear that each day with Beca was going to be her last. The ship that was now boarding would be the first step on their journey to New York. To America.

"Be careful Chloe. Stay away from the spotlight, the less people talking the better. Stick to yourselves. Be careful who you trust." Came advice from the head of the Beales.

"Just don't let Beca do her sulky closing off from people things. Make a few friends who you are ABSOLUTELY sure you can trust." Mrs. Mitchell added, directed at Chloe.

"I promise." Chloe nodded solemnly.

"Take care of her Beca."

"Mr. Beale, I promise I will do everything I possibly can to keep Chloe safe." Beca replied with a manner exceeding Chloe's.

Chloe pulled each of her brothers in for a tearful hug, while Mike spun Beca around much to her displeasure. Chloe absolutely adored Mike, who was Beca's brother, and the only other person who knew the true extent of their relationship. He was their number one fan. He was quick to tease Beca and give her hell, her relationship with Chloe giving him an entirely new realm of jokes to crack. He loved getting Beca all flustered and riled up almost as much as Chloe did when she was feeling particularly playful.

Mike whispered something into her ear causing Beca to turn red and slug him on the shoulder with a glare. It didn't last for long when Beca glanced at the boarding ship and pulled him in for a hug. Mike didn't even have the heart to make the usual comment about Chloe having turned Beca into a softie and instead held her tightly, swallowing back his own tears.

Eventually, they were off. On board the ship which would take them away from everything they had ever known. Except for each other, and that was the important part.

They would find out later that the ship the took was one of the last passenger ships to leave the port. After it was much more difficult to leave, the Nazi's clamping down on emmigration, and using every vessel for the war effort.

At first it was a great. Especially for Beca. The ship was filled with music. It was the most popular music to date. She felt it calling to her. Never before had she such concentrated access to music.

She felt sad missing her parents. But here she was, with Chloe. It was just the two of them together. Who knows what could happen in the future! They had no idea what to expect arriving at their new home, good or bad. But, as long as she had Chloe, she would be alright.

For the first part of the journey they had the first class cabin (courtesy of the Beales) and the two bunks to themselves. They had tons of fun with that.

It wasn't long however, before Chloe began to get queasy with the rocking of the boat. While Beca found the rocking a comfort, Chloe suffered greatly from seasickness. They stopped at a few ports. Each time Chloe began to feel better. But then the ship would be off and in motion again and Chloe would find herself learning over the rails, a comforting hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back.

Finally, they reached the last port. All the passengers were on board for the final track straight across the Atlantic. They watched the continent disappear slowly out of sight, not sure when they would see it again. Then when Chloe's nausea got the best of her, and they returned to their cabin they discovered that they had been joined by two more people. It was an older woman with her much younger teenage cousin. Social regulations meant that men bunking with women, of course, was taboo for civilized people, so that at least was guaranteed.

Chloe still felt uneasy around Beca with them, unsure if every movement she made would tip them off. Beca's worried eyes followed every move she made while she dealt with her sickness.

When night came Beca reluctantly climbed into her bunk. She couldn't sleep. No, instead her ears were on high alert. She heard every time Chloe turned over and every muffled moaned of discomfort.

Chloe was miserable. She had just left her home and everything she knew behind for good, as far as either of them could tell. Her parents thought she was absolutely insane. She couldn't go to Beca for comfort, fearful of the others getting suspicious. No one would be waiting for them in New York. Who knows what would be there instead. How different that world would be. It will just be them.

So here she was. Her stomach kept rolling. Every time the ship came down again she wanted to puke, but by this time there was nothing to throw up and she knew it. She was sick, she was sad thinking about how messed up and confused her world was. And beyond all that she felt so so... so alone. So isolated.

The first time she heard a quiet sob come from the bunk below Beca broke. She silently slipped down the ladder and into Chloe's bed. As soon as Chloe felt the warm body crawl under the covers to join her, she sunk in to Beca. She clung to her, sobbed into her shoulder, not able to stop. Eventually Beca felt her own tears joining Chloe's. She held her tightly, pressing kisses to the top of her head. With utter exhaustion Chloe slipped to sleep, her breathing evening out. Beca gazed at her for a few more minutes before nuzzling into Chloe's neck, burying her face into the red hair. She let the rock of the boat lull her away as she pressed a few more tired kisses into the girl wrapped in her arms, and eventually joined her in sleep.