A/N: Here's a little bonus for you from Benjamin Barker's point of view. Enjoy! Review please! Love ~Helen
BENJAMIN'S POV:
I was escorted onto a ship along with several other prisoners. Some of them I'd seen before, either as customers or as neighbors. One man by the name of Oliver Prescott was placed in the same holding cell as I was. He told me stories of the place we were going. I couldn't exactly remember the name, but he said it'd be one I'd never forget once I was there. He said he'd heard stories of how men escaped. Some of them were found and some were free, but all suffered during their sentence.
Mr. Prescott was much like me. He was a London shoemaker, one of the best. He had a wife, by the name of Petunia and three children, Lily, Veronica, and Peter. His shop was only a few blocks from my own. He was sentenced to a life of crime by Judge Turpin, the same bastard who falsely accused me. I would get my payback.
I learned many things from Mr. Prescott. One of the most important things was: Never forgive, never forget. Mr. Prescott died on the 10 anniversary of our departure from London.
I thought of Lucy and Johanna almost every minute. How beautiful Lucy was, and how her smile made my life worth living, and how she must've missed me like crazy. And Johanna, sweet, innocent, little Johanna. How horrid it was for her to not have her father. But at least she had a mother who'd cherish and love her always. I hoped she grew up to look like Lucy, and that Lucy would tell her how much I loved her.
Sometimes I even caught myself thinking of Nell. Her smile and laugh and how she'd hum to herself when she worked. How great she was with Johanna and how sad she was about not being able to have a child of her own. I figured she missed me as well, considering how close of friends we were. I hoped Albert was treating her well. I hoped he'd never lay another finger on her. I missed her. I really did. She was funny, and smart. She always had brilliant ideas and great people skills. She was a beautiful woman and she could amount to anything she wanted to. She could've married whoever she wanted to, I still didn't know how she ended up with Albert.
I really missed her. I especially missed the way she looked at me. Which sounded conceited in my mind, but it reminded of how Lucy used to look at me. With a sense of longing and compassion. Something that nearly died once we were married and I was officially hers. Sometimes I even wondered if I married the right woman. I quickly banished that thought because of course I did. She was perfect in all ways and I loved her more than anything. But sometimes I wondered if she loved me as much as Nell seemed to. Then I realized it.
Eleanor Lovett was in love with me.
