It was very cold. Lucien tightly wrapped his coat around himself as he stood on the deck of the ship, looking out into the ocean, his eyes sparkling in excitement. It was the first time he had ever seen the ocean.. and he would soon be travelling through it on this very ship. Honestly.. he was completely out of his element. The man was currently twenty years old, but in terms of experiencing the world, he might as well have been a teenager, or even less. He had lived through an incredibly sheltered life. The man was no ordinary human, no. He carried divine blood in his veins. He was what many would call a nephilim. Son of a union between a human woman and an angel, neither of who he had ever had the chance to meet. He had heard the unfortunate tale from the priest who had taken him in. His mother had been thought to have gone insane from having thought she had given birth to a miracle child of the angel, and had been locked away because of it. By the time he was old enough to have gone to see her.. it was simply too late. She had left this world, without him having ever been given the chance to speak with her.

To this day, Lucien was unsure of what to feel of what the priests had told him. Part of him resented his father, for having abandoned them.. but another understood the danger he had attempted to keep him from. Most of his resentment.. came from the fact that his mother had not survived the sanitarium long enough for the man to have ever met her, because of the cruel conditions of the place the authorities had placed her into. All he had left were the priests who had taken care of him. He was grateful to them, he truly was.. but there was only so much of the world he could see from under their sheltered care. They were always so overprotective of him, panicked at the possibility that anyone could find out what he truly was and use him to fulfill their greed. It was that same fear that drove them to the current situation. The tensions of war filled the air. 

They were afraid that Lucien would get pulled into the situation by being unable to avoid the draft. If his abilities were discovered, then there was no doubt that he would be used in the war effort, and none of them wanted that. This was what drove them to have Lucien leave the country before it was too late, to get him to safety before the flames of war ran across Europe. They managed to secure passage for him to America, and why he was currently on this ship, all alone. They had given him enough coin to make it through safety, and to use in case of emergencies. There was supposed to be someone else waiting for him upon his arrival, so they could show him how things worked there. Part of him looked forward to it, but another worried he would be going from one life of recluse to another, and that wasn't something he wanted.

Despite all of that, he still wasn't sure that things would turn out that way. It didn't stop the fact that he was finally going to get to see the world, even if it might be for only a small period of time. It was scary, yes, to be out here alone, but it was [i]because[/i] it was the first time he was able to do something like this that he was looking forward to it. No one to tell him not to do this and that, he felt like he had achieved a small form of freedom. A small smile tugged at his lips as his golden eyes scanned the horizon one last time. Even though the cold didn't bother him as much as it would a normal human, he decided it was time to go back inside. He turned away from side of the ship and began to head down to the lower deck. That was when his shoulder bumped into an older rugged-looking man, who had been in current conversation with a few other men. 

[color=burlywood]"My apologies.."[/color] He muttered, not quite meeting their gaze. The stench of alcohol hit his nose, making him scrunch it up slightly. He had been warned to not catch the attention of such men. They could be.. problematic. He had wanted to take his leave as quickly as possible, but the man he had ran into reached out and grabbed his arm, not appreciating his hurry to leave. 

[b]"Oi, I dun think I could hear ya."[/b] He said, slurring his words ever so sightly. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm sorry for running into you. I'll.. just be on my way.."[/color] He repeated, attempting to pull his arm away. His grip was strong. It wasn't like he [i]couldn't[/i] try to break free but.. he didn't want to cause any problems before his journey had even officially started.

[b]"If it ain't a fancy lil frog. Couldn't tell at first glance."[/b] He squinted. Lucien's eyes looked up at him with slight confusion as to why he was being referred to as such, but he wasn't about to ask. Regardless, he hadn't gotten the chance to. [b]"Ye sure yer a man?"[/b] He tugged on his arm. [b]"Quite scrawny ain't he?"[/b] He asked his companions, who laughed at his insults before they surrounded him. He felt a strong push on his back, causing him to stumble slightly. Lucien's eyes darted from the man in front of him to the one who had pushed him, unsure of what he should do. Clearly an apology wasn't enough for them. He didn't want to do anything that would risk him getting kicked out the boat. The priests had worked hard to secure him this passage, and he didn't want to let it go to waste. 

[color=burlywood]"Y-Yes, I am. I'm sorry to have bothered you, I would appreciate it if you could let go of me."[/color] He attempted to reason with them once more. Maybe it wouldn't get him anywhere, but it was worth trying.