“I can see you're trying,” he said, gesturing around them at the parts that were not where they were supposed to be. “But this isn't like some sudden trip, you have known for days that we would be leaving this morning. If you thought this would have been the outcome it might have been wise to have mentioned so sooner than the morning of.”

Will sighed heavily and pushed off the workbench he was leaning against. “I am fairly certain I could find someone else to do it, and in time. So if you want to keep pushing, I'll happily push you out the hatch with my boot. So either shape up or ship out. Understand?” He didn't like being like this, but he had to be firm, he was the captain. If he didn't, he'd be walked all over and he wasn't having that from anyone.

[Center]《》《》[/center]

Beatrix was indeed just a few moments behind Ms. Mortimer. They had already taken most of their things over the evening before so as to not have to worry about trasping through all the morning traffic at the port with their things. It just had made the most sense to her. So all she had with her now was a briefcase that held the most important paperwork that she hadn’t trusted taking over to the ship just yet. Not until they had left London. If someone [i]was[/i] still following her and watching her, then they would have far less qualms breaking into the ship to rummage through her things there and she didn’t want anything to fall into the wrong hands. And if someone did, she didn’t want them to think that Will and his daughter knew anything if they found something. 

She just hoped she was being over paranoid now.

So at the sound of the knock on the door, she pulled her hat off the hat stand, pinned it into her hair and pulled on her jacket before heading down the stairs to meet Roger. Of course Ms. Mortimer was up before and had beat her to the door. 

“Roger,” she said from just behind the older woman, clearing her throat when she didn’t move right away. She grumbled something but finally moved out of her way. Bea stepped over to the door and out the door and turned back to look at her landlady. “I will call when we are safely there, I promise.”

“You had better, younger lady,” Ms. Mortimer said with hands on her hips. 

Bea didn't say anything more to her and simply turned and walked away purposefully, knowing that Roger would follow.