Well, ain't this cozy now. I wooden board for a bed an' a bucket t' relieve meself in. At least it isn't me time o' th' month. I stand up an' walk towards th' wall with th' window. Been in this place for a bleedin' week, now. At least Mr. Todd isn't sufferin' th' same fate as me. I know that I'm going to be killed for me crimes. Th' law doesn't take kindly t' those who cook people into pies. Heh, how ironic. It's a beautiful full moon tonight. At least th' last thing I'll see will be somethin' as beautiful as th' moon. I wish I could see me son an' Mr. Todd one last time. Th' last images of them weren't very settlin'. Wot if Mr. Todd broke 'is neck when he fell down those stairs? Wot if Toby is in a coma for tha' brutal blow t' th' head? I feel a headache comin' on, so I lie down on me "oh, so comfortable" bed an' try t' get some sleep.
I find meself wakin' up t' th' sound o' gun shots an' shoutin'. Curious, I wonder if one o' th' other inmates managed t' break out? Lucky them if they can pull it off. I sit up on me cot an' listen t' the commotion. It seems to be getting' steadily closer t' the cell I'm in. Finally, the shots stop. The next thing I hear is one or two people runnin' towards me cell. I stay perfectly still as two figures appear in front of me cell. They're both men an' one's shorter than th' other.
"Eleanor, is that you?" Says an' all too familiar voice.
"Mr. Todd?" I say quietly, not believin' me ears.
"Toby, give me the keys," Mr. Todd says to me boy beside him. Oh, thank god they're both okay. When th' door is unlocked an' opened, I run over an' hug Mr. Todd an' Toby tightly.
"I wos so worried about you two!" I sob as I bury me head in Mr. T's chest. I hear 'im chuckling slightly.
"You've never worried about yourself, Eleanor," He states as we go into th' hallway. I smile at 'im an' look to Toby, who's holdin' a gun?
"Toby, where on Earth did yeh get tha'?" I ask 'im.
"Mr. Todd bought it for us t' break yeh out. 'E's got one, too, Mum," Toby answers as we walk by th' dead guards.
"You two 'ave placed yerself in great danger," I say t' th two o' them as we 'ead out o' th' prison. Mr. Todd gives me a look as he helps me into th' awaiting carriage outside. Toby gets in after me an' Mr. Todd takes th' driver's seat. Drivin' like a mad man, 'e gets us th' Hell away from th' city o' London.
By mornin', we arrived at th' coastal town o' Plymouth. Exhausted, th' boy an' I exit th' carriage. We see Mr. Todd lookin' around, as if he's searchin' for someone.
"Where is that blasted lad?" I hear Mr. Todd mutter as he looks around th' deserted dock. Out o' nowhere, we see a young man who looks an awful lot like a lady runnin' towards us. Bloody Hell, that's Anthony!
"Oh, Mr. Todd, I was waiting all evening! Did everything go well?" He asks when he gets to us, slightly out of breath.
"Yes, everything went fine, thank you," Mr. Todd answers.
"Well, let's be on our way. We've got a cabin on the Bountiful that is ready for you," He says as 'e starts t' lead us to 'is ship. Wait…we're leavin' England? Wordlessly, we enter th' Bountiful. Both Mr. Todd an' I pause when we see a girl with long, blonde 'air on th' deck watchin' us.
"Oh, this is Johanna, the girl that I freed from Fogg's with your help," Anthony says 'appily as he puts his arm around th' girl. She smiles shyly at us. She may look a lot like 'er mother, but she is a true beauty an' not a venomous snake.
"How do you do?" She asks politely as she slightly bows. Bless 'er soul, she's as gentle an' innocent as Ben was. I see Mr. Todd smile shyly at her. Toby grins an' shakes her hand. I smile an' give 'er a small hug.
"Glad t' see yeh, well, dear," I say t' her softly. She smiles back. Anthony beckons us t' follow 'im to our cabin. It's not very big, but it'll do.
"So, where are we sailin' off to?" I ask Anthony as 'e goes t' leave. He turns an' grins at th' lot o' us.
"We're going to America, mum!" He says happily before leavin' us be. America, eh? Heh, on th' other side o' th' globe an' far away from London. That'll do us fine! I turn t' face me boys. Toby is passed out on 'is small cot an' Mr. Todd is watchin' me from 'is seat on our cot. I sit beside 'im an' we hug each other tightly.
"So, where are we goin' t' go when we reach America?" I ask 'im.
"There's a small, peaceful town that I've heard about in the state of Massachusetts. It's called Royalston and it's out in the woods," He says softly. Royalston, eh? Sounds ideal. I've always wonder wot it'd be like t' live out in th' country.
"We're going to have to take a coach to get there, though, seeing it isn't anywhere near the sea," 'E continues. Well, tha's for th' best, I suppose. I smile as I lean up against 'im.
"Can we afford t' buy a house?" I ask 'im. He smiles at me.
"Trust me, we've got plenty of money for that," 'E says sweetly. I smile at 'im and we kiss. We both get settled in th' bed, both o' us chuckling cos o' how small it is. I wrap me arms around 'im an' he does th' same. I don't care where in th' world we go, as long as I've got me family with me.