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Victor found sleep easily, but the creature couldn’t help but get up once he had fallen prey to dreaming and begin to walk. He found his way to the upper decks, and began to just sit there and look out to the stars ahead. He never saw stars with Victor, the windows were always tightly shuttered in a way Victor had assured they hadn’t been when he had first moved in. The place was dry, and moldy, unlike out here where there was endless hope, and for that matter, fresh air where you really could feel the wind on your skin.

At some point during the night, if the creature stayed on the upper deck long enough, he would hear the sounds of many footsteps, drunken laughter, and occasional shouting. The crew had returned from their night out at the bar, ready to sleep off all the alcohol in their blood so they would be ready for the next day. Who knows what would happen if three dozen drunken sailers found a large, hulking form waiting for them.

The creature did indeed notice this, but as he didn't know his way back to the lower decks all he could do was scramble around the upper decks, finally choosing to rip the gangplank away from the docks, throwing it across to the other side and into the sea. If anyone saw him, they'd inevitably find Victor, and that would be bad. Victor's life mattered far more than his own in the end, and there was also the fact that in some small capacity, the creature himself didn't really want to get hurt. He climbed up the mainmast up into the crow''s nest, hoping that would keep him safe for now. The sailors were nearing, and they'd be confused for now, probably drunken as Victor was so often, and in a brief violent thought the creature wondered how many men he could throw over the side of the ship before they overwhelmed him.

Indeed, the sailors were confused. Some reported hearing a splash in the sea some time ago, while others joked that Captain Walton was afraid of what would happen if a bunch of drunk crew members came aboard. One large fellow was blamed for being the most likely to start up a fight on board, and consequently, a quarrel broke out. At the same time, there was another group that started to bet with each other to see who could make the jump all the way from the dock to the ship. The quarrel began to turn physical as the betters stared at the ship, all somewhat wary despite the alcohol in their blood.

The creature considered his options, all the way up here. He didn't really fit in this cramped space, however, he also didn't want to be caught. He couldn't go down, he couldn't go up certainly, so what were his options? Defend his territory? His leg was still injured and he had barely made his way up the mast without the sailors seeing him. He doubted, with the pain he was in, that he could make his way down. If anyone came up here he was over. But if they somehow just… didn't? Well, that would be a blessing. He watched the sailors below, moon illuminating his grotesque form and highlighting the worst features of his face. He hoped they just wouldn't see him up here.

(Bump)

Eventually, one of the sailors lunged forward. He leapt off the dock, aiming for the ship, and… fell straight into the water. While his crew mates cried out and reached out to help him, the one he’d betted with merely stood there and shouted after him, their words slurred, “You owe me thirty shillings!”
Hearing the commotion, the quarrel concerning the rest of the sailors dissolved, albeit bumpily. More sailors began to take their leaps of faith, and while most fell into the sea, a few managed to get a grip on the ship’s hull.

Meanwhile, in the captain’s cabin, Robert became conscious of the commotion outside. He groggily sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes.

The creature understood a few things. One, he had just caused a spot of trouble he wouldn't be able to escape from, and then Robert would probably kick him and Victor out and then Victor would make good on his promise of de-animating the creature and ripping him limb from limb until he was in as many pieces as Victor had started with, all for wanting some fresh air. He also understood, secondly, that if Victor didn't get to him the sailors would, and he'd probably die that way first. He wasn't really afraid of death, more afraid of the pain that would come with. He didn't want to die, obviously, but if it was death or long term pain he'd choose death. Could he die? That was a question for another time. Right now he needed to focus on getting past the pain and getting to safety, however that came about.

The hull was not a great climbing wall though, and more of the crew met the water. Some managed to use the barnacles or scuttles on the hull as footholds, and were able to climb farther than the others. The sailors still on the dock worked to rescue those who had fallen into the water.
Meanwhile, Robert got out of bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to wake himself up. The noise up ahead made doing that fairly easy though, and he rushed across the main deck to the edge of the ship, looking out over the dock. Cries of “Captain!” rose up from the crew as they spotted him.
“What in God’s name is going on here?” He called. “What are you all doing?”
“There’s no gangplank, so we can’t come aboard!” someone called out.
“Rubbish!” Robert shook his head in disbelief. “I’m sure I left it out for you.”
But he looked, and sure enough, there was no way for him to get from the ship to the dock without jumping into the sea. A noise of confusion left him.
“I think we have a spare,” he said. “Let me go get it.”
He found it somewhere on the prow and set into place to allow passage into the ship. It was a bit heavy though, and Robert rubbed his arms as he went to release the rope ladder for those still in the water. The crew cheered, and almost immediately flooded the deck.

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The hull was not a great climbing wall though, and more of the crew met the water. Some managed to use the barnacles or scuttles on the hull as footholds, and were able to climb farther than the others. The sailors still on the dock worked to rescue those who had fallen into the water.
Meanwhile, Robert got out of bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to wake himself up. The noise up ahead made doing that fairly easy though, and he rushed across the main deck to the edge of the ship, looking out over the dock. Cries of “Captain!” rose up from the crew as they spotted him.
“What in God’s name is going on here?” He called. “What are you all doing?”
“There’s no gangplank, so we can’t come aboard!” someone called out.
“Rubbish!” Robert shook his head in disbelief. “I’m sure I left it out for you.”
But he looked, and sure enough, there was no way for him to get from the ship to the dock without jumping into the sea. A noise of confusion left him.
“I think we have a spare,” he said. “Let me go get it.”
He found it somewhere on the prow and set into place to allow passage into the ship. It was a bit heavy though, and Robert rubbed his arms as he went to release the rope ladder for those still in the water. The crew cheered, and almost immediately flooded the deck.

The creature held his breath, until the crew either disappeared or he found some way to just pass away painlessly and quickly way up here. It wasn't like Victor wanted him around anyways, but then again, self-pity and lamentation was for the weak. And the creature was far from weak. Meanwhile, Victor had been woken up by the commotion, and he was of half a mind to find out exactly what was causing it. Likely his foolish creature, but that remained to be seen. He leaned back again, fell asleep. If the brute died, it wasn't any problem of his, now was it?

As the crew clambered aboard, some noticed a large lump in the crow’s nest. Upon looking to see what they were talking about, Robert merely turned back and reminded them that they were drunk and were probably seeing things. After all, why would there be something in the crow’s nest? Eventually, the sailors relented, and Robert guided them to their quarters, and soon the deck was cleared of anyone but himself. He walked up to the main mast and climbed the rope some ways up.
“You should get to bed too,” he called to the creature.

What an idiot, what a pathetic creature, that he was. "I'm sorry. I didn't want them to hurt me, it was selfish." he tried to hide his face in his hair, but the moon showed quite clearly his more hideous, disquieting features and it showed them brightly. "I apologize if I offended you in any way." he said after a moment, then started to climb down, leg aching with every step as he eventually found his way quietly back to the deck.

At first, his words confused Robert greatly. Then it suddenly connected in his head. ”You took out the gangplank?” He snorted, and although he tried not to, he began laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Lord have mercy! No, no, I’m not offended, please don’t worry.”
After a moment he managed to calm himself, thinking about the rest of what the man said. “You didn’t want them to hurt you? But then, why is that selfish? A group of drunken sailors is a certain reason to be wary. I would know. I understand if you were just trying to protect yourself.”
He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, apparently unfazed by the creature’s more grotesque features. Or perhaps, he just didn’t notice. “Anyway, you should probably stay down in the cargo. I thought I told you that. Get some sleep.”

"I'm sorry, Captain. I just… I know it's silly, but it isn't often I get to see so many stars. I wonder, how do you people go along with your lives not constantly looking up the moment it gets dark? I used to think humans were a nocturnal species, given my creator's habits, but apparently you sleep! When the world is at it's most beautiful!" the creature sighed, looking up again, then down at Robert. "I'm sorry, I tend to talk too much, and I say such silly things too."

Robert smiled wide, a sleepy but helpless smile. “Really? I do too! People have also told me that I talk too loud as well, which—“ he then lowered his volume, “I should probably stop doing now.”
He quirked his head to the side, pursing his lips. “I know sailors used to look at the stars to navigate the seas. But of course, they are beautiful. I usually star-gaze whenever I get home from trips like these.” A yawn interrupted him. “…Oh, uh, I’m not sure if I heard you say ‘humans’ and ‘creator’. Surely you don’t mean that that Alphonse made you, right?”

The creature gave Robert his best ‘do I look like I am fucking kidding you’ look, which was hard to do when you were a stitched together giant of great proportions and had a face that would give a hardened war veteran a heart attack. “It’s true, he did… I suppose you could say he is my God, and I his fallen angel, in a way. Except he is merciful enough to keep me around.”

Robert started at the giant, then flashbacks of things Victor said earlier passed through his mind. “I see. That actually makes a lot of sense, but I’m too tired to deal with the implications of that right now. I’m going to bed. I’d advise you to do the same, but if you wish to keep stargazing, I think now would be the best time to do so. The crew’s probably out cold by now. Just… make sure to come down before sunrise.”
He turned made to go back to his cabin with a little salute.

The creature felt stupid. He didn't really understand why he kept ruining things, such a lovely and pretty man such as the Captain didn't deserve to have him causing so many problems on his ship. He eventually found his way back to below decks, realizing that the trapdoor that took him up could also take him back down. Object permanence among other things was a skill he'd need to work on, just based on the short year he'd bore consciousness. Victor was asleep when he got back, and the creature decided to sleep and heal too.

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Robert collapsed onto his bed, still deciding if he should freak out or become knocked out cold like his crew. Quickly his body decided that for him. As soon as his eyes closed, he was out. His sleep was dreamless, but he fidgeted even now, shivering or twitching every so often.

The very next morning was an early one. It was quiet, too. A few people working out by the docks, but overall things were silent. But not for long. As the crew woke up and stumbled out of their beds, noise was the only thing one could focus on as the group roughhoused and tumbled around. Victor complained, as per his usual. He was just a kid, really, barely out of university and still as selfish and haughty as he had been when he’d started.

The creature said nothing, except a few affirmatives and apologies. Victor had noticed the sneaking out, and wasn’t happy about it. He’d learned to sleep quite lightly these past few weeks, and he noticed the little things. Or even the very big things, his creation wasn’t exactly subtle. But they both quieted down as the crew passed the doors of the stowaways’ refuge. Victor was arrogant, not stupid, he didn’t want them to catch the two.

Robert woke to the whispers of the sea and the cries of sea gulls, but it wasn’t long before the sounds of his crew reached him as well. After dressing and venturing out, he was informed there was an official out on the dock waiting to see the captain. Robert had barely any time to eat breakfast before meeting with the official, who after speaking with him said they were set to leave by noon. In the meantime, Robert directed the crew to prepare for their departure. Things quickly became rather chaotic, and neither of the stowaways would have seen Robert for several hours.

That itself was fine, the creature and Victor both could deal with boredom. Neither liked talking to each other much anyways, Victor mostly liked to mumble to himself or yell at people, and when yelling wasn't an option he entertained himself perfectly well on his own. Mostly, the creature found himself wondering how long this journey was going to take, and if they were going to find a new place to live soon. Or even, possibly, go to Victor's home. He had a sudden vision of someone saying "it is a monster, and therefore it must be evil." and quickly realized there was no home for him. He didn't mind that much, but… well, he liked warmth far more than cold, and the warmth that came from the Captain the night before, no matter how small the gesture, was comforting.

“You’ve set a course for London?” Robert asked.
The quartermaster nodded. “Indeed, Cap’n. You know the route as well as I do, yes?”
He nodded. “Just wanted to confirm. Nearly time to depart.”
“Of course. No need to fret, Cap’n.”
Robert chuckled. “Me? Fretting? Oh, come now.” He looked down, tracing the course on the map with his eyes. “Thank you, sir. I shall return to see us off.”
He patted the quartermaster on the shoulder, then left the room. After making sure no one was around, he snuck into the stores, and gathered some items before descending into the cargo hold.
He beamed amicably at the two. “Dear acquaintances!” He greeted. “Good to see you have not been discovered and thrown overboard.”
He set a bottle of mead down for them, and two glasses beside it. “My apologies for not getting these to you sooner,” he spoke as he moved. He unfolded a rag that held a pile of bread and preserved fish meat before them. “But good news, we will be ready to leave the docks quite soon.”