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He stands with Modesty on the deck. They keep their eyes on the Lady. Silently side by side with each other, they stand there until all that they knew is but a dark smudge on the horizon. They will never see this again.

Credence gives a wonder to what Modesty must be thinking. Half a day ago, he'd showed up in front of her, coaxing her to come with him. Their tickets were stolen from two drunkards passed out on a park bench. A brief check of their lodgings found them in the company of a tired father travelling with his toddler. It doesn't matter anyways. They have an unspoken agreement to keep to themselves.

Modesty leans over the railing, looking at the waves. "What will England be like?"

Credence tucks his hands into his pockets. "Cold, I expect."

"What will we do there?"

"I don't know. Haven't figured it out yet." He replies before swallowing down a bitter bile that rises in his throat, "I'm sorry. That was a lie. I-I heard that there's a school there. For people like me." Modesty says nothing, kicking her legs out behind her.

"Credence? Do you think they'll let us stay together when you get there?"

He doesn't an answer to offer her. Truth be told, there is no small amount of fear in him at the thought of seeking out his kind. But one thing he knows is that he will hurt anyone who tries to take Modesty away from him. "C'mon." Credence says, holding his hand out to her, "We should get into our room. Dinner will be served in an hour." Modesty eyes his hand before looking right into his eyes.

"We'll be fine. Won't we?" She asks. The wind whips her hair around her. "You won't hurt us."

"I hope so." He replies quietly. Modesty waits a beat before sliding her hand into his, holding on tight.

They turn, walking back towards the stairs. Completely unaware of the man in the blue coat who watches them curiously.