Sorry it has been so long since an update to this story. The writers, Matt and myself, have been busy. He and I were working on the days we would usually meet up and continue to write, and I eventually moved to another city. I have also been extremely busy with writing my 3rd book and writing my 4th book for NaNoWriMo. I recently had to get a day job to pay rent and that has taken up most of my time next to my novel writing. It seems kind of strange to spend my free time writing for books that don't sell, but I want to be a writer for a living, and maybe someday that will happen. Now that my third book is out and my 4th is done, I hope to spend more time getting back into this story. I have here the continuation of England's part, but not the next part of America's. Hopefully Matt and I can get back into writing this on a regular basis once again. If anyone would be interested in my fantasy and sci-fi book series on Amazon, I'd be so grateful. I'm Brandan Chapman, writer of Elements of Lightning, Elements of Blood, and Elements of Sight.

England was finally out of his uniform. He had put on the British naval uniform to blend in with other members that were boarding. He references had got him on board quite easily. He was glad to see the Queen still had the power to get him around places. He knew the Prime Minister may not always be so willing.

"We'll set sail within the hour!" A man yelled from aboard the ship.

England hadn't sailed to America in a long time. He knew it took many months to get there, especially if the weather wasn't agreeable. The ships now were much better at sailing, so it he assumed it wouldn't take nearly as long.

England leaned against the ships side rail. He always loved the sea. It reminded him of a much darker past, but it was still a part of him. He loved boats because he never learned how to swim. He thought it was funny, always being surrounded by water and he never decided to learn.

The waters were calm. He smiled and turned back towards inland. He hated leaving his home, but he knew he had to, for America. In the distance he could see Big Ben.

'Such a lovely addition to the scenery,' England thought, reminding himself of France. Big Ben was rather new, but England loved how it loomed over London. As he stared at the giant clock face in the distance, he could have sworn he saw something fly by it. He smirked, assuming it was a bird, but he had quite an imagination.

Before he knew it, England was already setting sail. London was slowly growing smaller and smaller. Big Ben stood tall and proud as a symbol of the silhouetting city.

Steam puffed from the top of several pipes rising from the boat. Many of the men on the ship were simple tradesmen. He hoped their boat would be able to get through the blockade that the Union had set up. The route made their trip seem even longer.

"So wot's the Navy got you doin' 'ere on a trade boat?" A man ask England, approaching him slowly.

"I'm taking notes on the American Civil War," England replied as he held up a satchel he carried. It had many notepads and other supplies to take notes.

"Taking notes? Wot is this, school?" The man replied with a laugh.

England smugly smiled in return. "Something like that, I suppose."

"You don't sound like one of them army men."

"I prefer a civil lifestyle," England said.

"Fat load of good that does. The Queen still lives like that, and what does she do? Nothing! We are losing money because we can't be aggressive in this war time. We need to take action if we want to keep this trade going! The Queen is a joke."

Something triggered inside of England. He immediately grabbed the man and held him face-first over the ship's railing.

"Don't you dare talk bad about our Queen!" He barked.

The man was panicked at England's swift reaction and strength. "Alright, mate! I'm sorry! Pull me back up!"

England realized what he was doing and pulled him up. The man scrambled away quickly. England simply sighed. He never wanted to return to the way he was in the past, but it was always there. The pirate within him.

He walked back into where the boats held bunks and sat down on one. He stared up at the metal ceiling that housed the beds. After a few seconds, his head dropped. He stared at the floor. He could already tell this was going to be a long journey.