APPENDIX
Act Five Scene 1
A boat on the northern Atlantic, off the coast of Boston, Massachusetts. On it, several citizens from both the Americas and England wait to be dropped off into a new land full of new possibilities.
At the bow of the ship stood two young women, Abigail Williams and Mercy Lewis, separated from everyone else. Anxiety clearly seen from the eyes of both. Silence consumed them.
As the ship docked, the crowd quickly disembarked from the boat, eager to explore the new land they could consider home.
Abigail, holding on to the side of the ship, seems uncomfortable from leaving.
Mercy Lewis: Abby?
Abigail, barely audible: John...
Mercy Lewis, tugging at the young girl: Abby, we need to go. The captain is telling us that we need to leave. Abigail allows Mercy Lewis to escort her off the boat. As the two left, one of the boatmen called out to Abigail, but Mercy Lewis failed to notice this. We finally made it. Boston, a city of such possibilities that our minds cannot even come to fathom! Let not the many year we had in Salem stop us from prospering now!
Abigail, unimpressed with the words of Mercy Lewis: Do you think John Proctor has been spared in the court?
Mercy Lewis, lowers tone: Abby, it's been weeks now. The chances of John Proctor surviving pass the day we left is unimaginable. I'm sorry.
Abigail, angry: How would you know such a thing? Did you send your spirit to witness his death?
Mercy Lewis, stepping back: N-no Abby. I did not mean to sound as I was to determine the fate of John Proctor. I only meant the probability of his survival-
Abigail sighs: I know what you meant Mercy Lewis. Pauses to think. And you're right. John's probably been hanged by now, and let God be the only one who worries for a dead man. We have to move on and bid good-bye to our old lives.
Although her words seem to show she has overcome her past love, she says it with such a feeling of doubt that not even Mercy Lewis believes her.
Mercy Lewis, unsure of what to say: Pardon me, Abby, but what are we to do now that we are in Boston?
Abigail: The first thing we are to do is find an area for us to live. Perhaps it could be a place with a design that is similar to what could be seen in Salem. Then, the burden of finding food will be addressed.
Mercy Lewis, excited: What a delightful idea!
Abigail: Well, of course! Pulls pouch out of pocket. We only have thirty-one pound to spend so it would have to be inexpensive, but that shouldn't be much of an obstacle. Now, let's find someone who is able to help us.
Mercy Lewis: Yes, someone to help us! But, before we partake on this venture, Abby, I do have one more question to ask.
Abigail: What is it you ask?
Mercy Lewis, pointing at pouch: You said we had thirty-one pound to spend, is that right?
Abigail: Yes I did. Don't you remember this is the amount I took from my uncle when we ran away?
Mercy Lewis: I recall that perfectly, but it does bug me all the same.
Abigail: Why is that?
Mercy Lewis: Well, while we were on the boat, I heard of the high costs the others had to pay, yet we didn't pay anything at all. What I am wondering is how is that so?
Abigail, offended: Do you dare make an accusation against my pure name? Whatever you believe I did, I am sure I did not do and I will not take any more of this. Now, come on before I decide to leave behind as you are holding me down right now. She exits stage angrily, not looking back to see the other girl struggling to catch up.