The Devil's Upbringing

Chapter 5

As Harrison and the sleepy Alexander and Rosanna made their way to the nearby docks, they heard the clock toll two. "Two in the morning." Harrison observed. "The ship going to France should be leaving in about fifteen minutes, so we best hurry ourselves." Rosanna nodded in agreement, as they dashed into the night.

They sighed as they reached the docking station for the iron clad steam ships, that were just getting ready for people to board. Harrison swiftly took his belongings, as well as a few of the young lady Rosanna's and entered the ship bound for France. Alexander and Rosanna followed suit accordingly, each taking their own items.

"Good thing we had gotten here as soon as we did. The ship is just about to cut off the ropes and head for the waters of France." Harrison stated, yawning profusely. Alexander nodded in agreement, yawning out of pure contagion. Rosanna, however, hadn't been paying much attention. Instead, she had her eyes somewhat glued to another passenger, a stroke of familiarity graced her mind, but not so much as a clue to why or whom that passenger was.

"Rosanna? Are you alright?" Alexander inquired, lying a gentle hand on the fair haired blonde's shoulder.
"Hm? Oh, I er.... Yes, of course I'm alright, thank you Alexander. Might I ask why?" Rosanna replied, smiling the slightest bit.

"Oh, it's just something seemed a bit off with you, is all." the man stated, grinning like a madman. Rosanna only nodded, going back to staring at the passenger.

"Starin' isn't polite, ye know. I would appreciate it if ye wouldn't, young lass." A Scottish accented voice uttered, a female tone to it that was unmistakeable.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Miss." Rosanna apologized, although her eyes sparked with recognition. "Miss Alexia."

The figure paused, frozen for just a quick moment. "My name isn't Alexia, lass. It be Clare, mind yourself." The Scot stated, carefully placing her words.

"Alexia, you say?? Well, we must test your theory, Miss Scribe. All hypotheses must have a result to help it along." Alexander stated, running his hands through his shaggy blond hair. He silently stood and made his way toward the female passenger.

"Don't ye know your own place? People have a right to their own personal space!" The Scot spat as the man approached.

"Yes, of course. However, science is the only thing at hand for the moment given." Alexander said calmly, pulling back the hood on the cloaked passenger. Only to reveal the red headed, short tempered Alexia. Who had seemingly followed them.

"I knew it." Rosanna declared, grinning victoriously. Alexia only stared at the blonde girl, glaring daggers.

"I made it perfectly clear, lass, that ye weren't goin' on this little trip with these two. And now ye had disregarded my advice and ye will be in trouble. I sense danger, Lady Rosanna. Ye shouldn't be taggin' along. And you," She turned to Alexander, "hadn't anyone taught ye the means of personal space and privacy?! Ye horrid, dirty, smelly, privacy taker!" the red head said, venom dripping from her words.

Alexander raised his hands up in surrender. "I assure you, I was only interested in the scientific experience. Whenever someone comes up with a hypothesis, the person must conduct the experiment in order to support the hypothesis. Science is my one true passion. I am truly apologetic for my inconsiderate behavior." The blond said, honesty filling every tone of his voice.

"Okay. Now what?" Harrison inquired.

"I suppose we must wait."