<img alt="" src="http://i57.tinypic.com/s6ummo.png" style="float:left; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">Shelter from injustice and wrong the innocent, protect the weak from oppression and defend those whom nature; custom, or circumstances may have placed in dependence upon our strength, honor and cherishing regard. Sometimes, it just happened that after a storm the sun never smiled, that after a problem no solution was found. It also just happens at times that things did not turn out well for some. Whoever said otherwise was a liar. Some were simply condemned to suffer without any other chance to see the sun smiling upon them again.<br/><br/>“Captain, you can’t go there!”<br/>“Open the gates.”<br/><br/>One of the crewman did as told and stepped to the side, a look of disbelief on his face. “Captain, disease… contamination. You can’t go there.”<br/><br/>Walking down the much simpler corridors of the 3rd class, Luciano averted his eyes to his right glancing at the smoking room, then continued on his way to the general room. He smiled and looked at his crewman. “There is a lot of importance given to our passengers from first  and second class, too much importance indeed that we forget that our passengers from third class are human. We lock them behind gates to prevent the third class from spreading disease to our more prestige upper classes passengers, so it is only my duty to make sure these people are being well taken care of on this ship.”<br/><br/>The crewman nodded his head and followed after the Captain as this one last inspected the area. He continued to speak to his man in a calm tone in his voice. “These passengers were given a health inspection. We checked them for lice and other infectious disease and infections. I have assigned a doctor and two nurses for this voyage especially of this class. These passengers should not be at risk of developing health issues during their voyage, not while I am in command.” The crewman nodded his head, “Understood, Sir.”<br/><br/>Before exiting the steerage, Luciano paused for a moment and eyed some of the faces who embarked on their long, long journey. A journey with no return. Real tragedy and fear he read on their faces; the women, the men and the children. Anxious. Not knowing how they will cope. New destination, new home. New life. There was also a sight of hope and excitement on their faces. Most of the third class passengers were primarily groups of Jewish refugees who lost everything. Their businesses were burnt down, synagogues and other properties confiscated but they were still in the possession of enough to actually purchase one way trip tickets, seeking a better life elsewhere. Others were refugees from a concentration camp in Germany, and those, would not have afforded being on the ship if it was not for Yvonne Wojcik, his accomplice. <br/><br/>Luciano made it to the bridge and walked over to the port wing. With a signal of his hand, the deckhands began to pull the gangplanks away while the vessel’s horn blasted loudly several times for both courtesy and safety, to let everyone - the crew, passengers, people on the docks and other ships nearby that the Empress of Britain was officially underway. Luciano smiled glancing over at his Chief officer as the crowd on the docks began to cheer and wave their farewell. <br/><br/>“Officer Marcini,” The Captain began making his way back into the command station. “While I was inspecting the steerage, I have noticed the portrait of Adolf Hitler hanging in the dining room. I want it to be taken down. You of all know that most of our third class passengers are Jews. So please forward this permission to the rest of the crew. I am allowing traditional Friday night prayers to be held in the dining room. After all Mister Marcini, this is an English vessel and the portrait of the Fuhrer does certainly not belong here.”<br/><br/>___<br/><br/>About an hour later, the man began to make his way to the quarters to check on his guest. There was this surge of immortal excitement that nourished his strange desire to see her again as much as it felt somehow difficult. His steps were light and he almost made no noise when he walked into his own suite. He held his hat to his chest and heard movement from behind the door which lead to the reading corner. The scent of her energy invading his six senses. He took a deep breath and knocked on the hard wooden surface of his own individual door and waited couple seconds before pushing it open.<br/><br/>Lips parted slightly at the sight of her exhibiting comfort.  He took note of the title on the book she was reading as he stood in the doorway, one smile curling up the left corner of his mouth. “I am glad you’ve decided to join us in this journey, Frau Wojcik. May I come in?”<br/><br/>As he advanced into the secluded, intimate haven, Luciano shifted his eyes between the female and the book. In a slow, deep and sultry tone he added with a playful spark in his eyes, despite his efforts to look serious. “‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.” After a few seconds of total silence, the man took a seat across from her and locked his gaze on her face. “From Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. I must assume you have quite the exquisite taste in literature, Miss Wojcik.” Luciano cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side, lowering his greys to the book. “In your hands, the work of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. When you are comfortable and ready, today or any other time, I would love to show you to something.”<br/><br/></span>