This was Australia.
It didn't seem real to Jack Dawkins . Real was Fagin's clubhouse back in London and being surrounded by all his friends. Not being transported to the penal colony of Australia.
It took nearly an hour for the men to board off the ship they had called home for the six months. All the prisoners legs were wobbly and a few men even collapsed. The light hurt Dodger's eyes but he didn't dare show it.
It was hot and sticky. The hottest day in London couldn't compare to this. He looked up at the yellow beating sun.
Australia here I come.
Brianne didn't mean to get herself in this situation.
John was a very nice man who had the means to feed her family and the best and most honourable ways to posses theese means were though marriage.
She was a young girl of fourteen. A baby in the eyes of her mother. But he had money , he had everything to a young daughter of an Irish farmer.
Or so she had been told. John Kelly turned out to be a no good drunkard who spent his spare time beating up his wife and harassing her for children . For six whole months the long cycle went on , beatings nearly every night , and constant emotional abuse.
Finally she broke away.
And that's how she got to joining William's gang and stealing that pocket watch.
The flash of the camera startled her causing her eyes to blink. Brianne gave her head a slight shake then hoped down from the wooden stool.
Slowly she shuffled over to the door fighting the urge to slam it behind her.
She had never got her photo taken before and even if it was for a mug shot it was quiet exciting.
Now all she had to do was wait until she was transported.