After Peter finished applying the bandages on Arthur's wound, Alfred helped him stand up and went with Arthur to assess the damage to the ship. One of the masts was broken and there were a few holes in the side of the ship and the deck.
"Damn. Fixing this is going to take weeks." Arthur muttered, a hand on his chest over his wound, and banging his other hand on the railing.
Alfred put his hand on his captains shoulder. "We'll work as fast as we can to fix the ship."
Arthur growled and stared at the horizon. "I hate to think of what the Bad Touch Trio will do to her."
"I know." Alfred said. "Me too."
Gilbert pulled you down the halls of his ship. You didn’t bother trying to memorize the turns he made. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered any more. Nothing.
Finally Gilbert stopped in front of a door. He opened it and pushed you in.
"Zis vas your room ze last time you vere vith us." Gilbert said.
You didn’t say anything, just stood there.
"You're going to have to speak sooner or later, frau." He rubbed his forehead as if he was getting a headache.
You couldn’t, wouldn’t speak to him. Never again. Arthur was gone and along with him went your voice. You weren’t going to let this man hear you talk. Gilbert stood in the room a while longer, hoping you would speak. When you didn’t, he turned to the door.
"Have it your vay, frau." He said. "Someone vill come fetch you for dinner." With that, Gilbert was gone.
"Finally." You muttered to yourself. "He left me alone."
You walked over to the bed that was in the corner of the room. You lay on the bed and closed your eyes. You were tired and extremely stressed out. I mean, why wouldn’t you be? First the one person you loved was cut down and then you were kidnapped again. You just wanted to sleep. You wanted to run away into the darkness and the silence.
You woke up to someone shaking you awake. You looked up and saw green eyes looking down at you.
"Arthur?" You said, but no sound came out even though you felt yourself mouth the name.
You bolted up and your hand flew to your throat. You really weren’t able to speak anymore. You tried to say more words. Nothing happened. What the hell? Did you literally lose your voice? Did Arthur's death really cause you to lose your voice? But you talked just before you fell asleep!
"Chica? What's wrong?"
You turned to the voice. It wasn’t Arthur. Those green eyes you saw belonged to one of Gilbert's friends, the one called Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
You mouthed the words I can't speak.
"Lo siento ¿Que?"
You glared at the Spaniard, mouthing the words again.
Antonio sighed. "Why don’t you write it down?"
You threw your arms up in frustration and shook your head.
"Have it your way." Antonio said. "Oh, chica. I came to get you because dinner is ready." He walked out of the room. "Come on." He said, standing outside the door.
You huffed and followed him out. He led you through the halls. Eventually you entered a room with Antonio. Sitting at a table was Gilbert and Francis.
"Zere you are (name). Ve've been vaiting for you." Gilbert said.
You glared and sat on a chair as far away from Gilbert as you could, which ended up being next to Francis. To be honest, you didn’t know which one was worse.
"Ohonhonhonhonhonhon. Long time no see, mon ami." Francis said.
You started to mouth the words what are you talking about?. But you caught yourself halfway and stopped.
"Vat vas zat, frau?" Gilbert said, noticing your lips moving.
You growled but no sound came out. You mouthed the words again. You knew Gilbert would be able to hear you. His cocky grin slowly turned into a glare.
"Zis isn’t funny, mädchen." Gilbert said. "Speak damn it!"
"Gilbert… I don’t think she's faking it, mon ami." Francis spoke up. "If she was, I would 'ear the slighted whisper from 'er."
"Zat's impossible. I heard her screaming ven I pulled her avay from Kirkland's ship after I cut him down." Gilbert said to Francis, speaking as if you weren’t there.
Tears stung the backs of your eyes as the mention of what happened earlier that day and you clenched your fists.
"But it is possible, mon capitaine. I've 'eard about this 'appening before." Francis said. "Our dear girl 'as become a mute."
"Your absolutely sure?" Gilbert said, not wanting to believe it.
"Oui." Francis replied.
"Oh! So that was what you were trying to say before!" Antonio said. "I can't speak! I get it now."
Three pairs of eyes turned to the Spaniard and glared. He just grinned and held up his hands in the universal "I surrender" gesture.
Gilbert turned his gaze on you. "Vell, (name). I do hope you get your voice back soon. It vould be quite troublesome for you not to speak to us. So find your voice quickly, frau." He grinned.
You stood up abruptly, the chair behind you calling backwards and you bashed your fists on the table, shooting the Prussian a glare that said it's not that easy. Then you stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you.
You wanted to get lost. The tears that threatened to spill over before did. You made random erratic turns. You hated this. You wanted to be back with Alfred and Peter. You wanted to continue your training. And most of all…
You wanted Arthur.