FORTITUDINE (COMPLETED)

18) Why Are You Really Bringing Me Home?

Jacob was talking to a sailor in a foreign language so Thomas, Stephen, and I just stood on the deck of the large ship awkwardly.

"I wonder what he's saying." Muttered Stephen.

I looked up at his face and grimaced. The bruise where Jacob had punched him was turning an ugly purple color.

"He's worried about the weather turning bad in a couple of days." I say back to him without thinking.

Both Thomas and Stephen turned to face me with knowing looks.

"What?" I ask feeling uncomfortable with them looking at me with such intensity.

"I think we found out what your new-"

"And hopefully last..." Muttered Stephen.

"-power is." Finished Thomas glaring at Stephen.

I sighed. "Seriously? I wonder if Thanatos is having the same problems of figuring out his powers..." I pause. "So what is it this time?" I ask with a puzzled expression.

"You can understand foreign languages." Said Stephen as he took a step forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"To test this theory, tell me what they're saying over there." He said as he pointed a finger over to Jacob and the sailor.

That's when I started laughing hysterically. "They're speaking English silly." I gasp out once my laughing fit has calmed down.

Both men frowned at me with puzzled expressions. "No there're not Alexandra." Says Thomas.

I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms. "You're sure?" I ask.

Now it was Thomas' turn to cross his arms. "Do I looks stupid to you?" He raises an eyebrow.

I smile and look him up and down like I was looking for any indication that he was. Stephen laughs out loud and clutches his stomach.

"Don't answer that!" Shouts Thomas with a playful anger plastered on his face as he slaps the back of Stephen's head.

"Ouch! I've already got enough bruises on my head thank you." Exclaimed Stephen.

"You're welcome." Laughed Thomas.

I just shook my head and turned to see Jacob walking over to us. "I'll show you to your rooms now." Said Jacob as he took my arm, pulling me behind him below deck.

'So much for manners.' I think to myself.

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"When are you going to let me see my friends?" I ask Jacob as he walked into my prison of a room.

As soon a Jacob had shown Thomas and Stephen the room that they would be sharing-which was not the brightest thing to do to them-he locked the door behind them.

Then, he shoved me into a small room with a small bed in one corner and a hammock on the wall beside it.

There was a small, round table near the middle of the room with one chair on one side and another chair across from it.

There were two small windows on the wall across from the door and an extremely tiny washroom to the left of the entrance to the room.

"Not until we land ashore." States Jacob pulling me from my thoughts once again.

"Why can't I see them now?" I wine not even caring how childish I sound at the moment.