Lucien was glad the man didn't pry any further. He glanced up as the ship's horn blasted for the last time, and he felt the ship sway. They were leaving now. It seemed that this man was the complete opposite of him. He was certainly much better traveled than he. It made him curious of all the places he could have possibly been to. Honestly, he was a little jealous. At his following suggestion, Lucien nodded, giving the port city of Bordeaux one final glance before he headed down below with Faolan. 

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The first week of travel had gone by slowly. It was certainly different for him, to spend so many days in a place so unlike the church, crowded with so many people. He was sure some people would dislike such things but.. for him it was an entirely different experience, and he didn't particularly mind it. Faolan didn't seem to be that fond of staying below deck, so he always had plenty of chances to get a beautiful view of the open sea. A sight he felt he would never tire of. When Faolan was off working in the ship, for the most part Lucien stayed below deck, to avoid trouble as Faolan had suggested. During the days his shifts were the longest however, he grew a little restless. Staying inside while he knew they were sailing the open ocean was difficult, after all he wanted to enjoy as much of it as he possibly could. Just.. a little while wouldn't hurt, right? Is what the nephilim told himself. 

It was then that he decided to make his way above. Unfortunately, Lucien did not make it there. He felt a strong force collide with the beck of his head, sending him stumbling forward to the ground as he had not been expecting it. The strength of it sent him to the ground, where his vision blurred as he attempted to get a grip on his surroundings. He felt shuffling in his clothes, and what he could vaguely register as the voices of Englishmen before then there was nothing. 

[b]"Ain't so tough without yer boyfriend are ye?"[/b] That was the only thing he was able to register, and just like that they were gone. It took a little while for Lucien to regain himself. This was the closest he had ever gotten in his life to getting hurt, but what he felt wasn't pain, it had mostly been the shock of having been taken by surprise. He forcibly blinked a few times, before he felt the back of his head. No blood, he was fine. Lucien rose to his feet, by now completely regaining himself. His coat had been messed with, and feeling through his pockets, he realized his pouch of coins was missing. The money the priests had entrusted him with. That however was not what the nephilim cared for. The necklace he always wore, the only thing he had of his fathers, it was gone. At this, he immediately grew alarmed. This was the one thing he could not part with. Panicked, Lucien ran back down, heading below deck. It had to be those men from before, it was the only thing he could think of. Upon running through the halls, he caught a flash of red hair, a familiar red. He quickly stopped, and backtracked. Normally he wouldn't have wanted to bother him with this, but this relic was too important to lose. 

[color=burlywood]"Faolan! I-I need your help!"[/color]