Author note : non of these characters are mine or the songs. It's in bold so you know when they are singing. The only thing that I do own is the idea to have this musical crossover with Disney and what Disney character paly the characters in the musical. Enjoy.
The year is 1815. The French revolution is a distant memory. Napoleon has been defeated. France is ruled by a King again. Men are sea shore pulling on ropes to Bing in a ship the sea water streaming down over their faces. The harsh storm light catches glints of metal: these men are CONVICTS, chained by manacles, heads shaved, wearing red shirts with prison numbers crudely stitched onto them.
The ropes run up to a ship that is being hauled ashore - a storm-damaged man-of-war, its masts broken, rising and falling on the surge As yet another great wave rolls over the convicts, the straining ropes down into the base of the slipway, and find the convict John Rolfe , up to his waist in water, chained by two sets of manacles, as the rain and spray and wind scream round him. A great brute of a man, he seems to feel nothing. The convicts sing in time with the rhythmic pulls on the rope.
( CONVICTS ) Ha - Ha -Ha -( CONVICT 3 ) Ha - Ha -Look down, look down Don't look them in the eye (CONVICTS) Look down, look down You're here until you die.. CONVICT 4 No God above And Hell alone below CONVICTS Look down, look down There's twenty years to go."
The men sang as Frollo the officer in charge of the convict workforce, looking on, his face rain-lashed and expressionless. He stands above the men on the top of the dock, as lines of convicts labour beneath him on the steep steps of the dock wall Behind Frollo through the storm rain we glimpse a forest of half-built ships, their ribbed frames like great skeletons in the mist. FOREGROUND convicts are at work on another ship that is almost completed, labouring in the crashing spray.
CONVICT 2 I've done no wrong Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer (CONVICTS)Look down, look down Sweet Jesus doesn't care (Convicts 5) I know she'll wait I know that she'll be true (CONVICTS ) Look down, look down They've all forgotten you. (CONVICT 1) When I get freeYou won't see meHere for dust!"
(CONVICTS) Look down, look down Don't look'em in the eye. (CONVICT 3) How long, O Lord Before you let me die? (CONVICTS) Look down, look down You'll always be a slave Look down, look down You're standing in your grave"
With a last great heave the lines of convicts haul the damaged ship onto the slipway. CRACK! The stern flagpole of the ship snaps in a vicious gust of wind and crashes down into the shallow water near Frollo and sees and points his stick at John Rolfe in silent command. John Rolfe stares back for a beat, defying him. Then he drops down into the seething water and re-emerges with the drops down into the seething water and re-emerges with the great mast in his hands, held over his head. His head breaks water with his bitter gaze still on Frollo as he throws mast ashore in a deliberate display of strength. Frollo nods to the guards, and they begin to form the chained men into lines to return to their prison. The storm is passing now, blown by the driving wind.
(Frollo ) "Now Prisoner 24601Your time is up And your parole's begun You know what that means?
"( John Rolfe) "Yes. It means I'm free." (Frollo) "No! It means you get Your yellow ticket-of-leave.(He hands John Rolfe folded yellow paper).
"This badge of shame You'll show it everywhere. It warns you're a dangerous man.
" John Rolfe "I stole a loaf of bread My sister's child was close to death And we were starving." (Frollo) "You will starve againUnless you learn the meaning ofthe law".
(John Rolfe) "I know the meaning of those nineteen years A slave of the law!
(Frollo) Five years for what you did The rest because you tried to , 24601
(John Rolfe) My name is John Rolfe. "
And I'm Frollo Do not forget my not forget me -24601!.
He strides away to command the lines of convicts as they're marched away. John Rolfe walks away, hardly able to take in that he is free at convicts sing as he goes.
CONVICTS Look down, look down You'll always be a down, look down You're standing in your grave."
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