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A bit more Jack for Jenny22611 - mwhahahaha!
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February
Jack peeked through the tiny hole in the sack covering his head, trying to get some clue as to his whereabouts, stunned to admit that he had absolutely no idea other than that he was in the French territories. A wooden fort sat atop a high hill, the French flag flying proudly above. Yes, definitely the French territories - but where? Despondently Jack wished he spoke French, not understanding any of the conversation around him.
He found himself bundled into a covered wagon. "Keep him out of sight!" Lact ordered.
The canvas flap was tied shut, ending Jack's secret view. After a while the wagon lurched forwards, heading along a rough track if the shaking was any guide. He had no idea of the direction in which he travelled, although it took the wagon all day and late into the night before they stopped. He heard voices, one of them Lact as he was dragged from the wagon.
"What is this you bring me Jean Claude?"
The sack was pulled off Jack's head. He blinked owlishly in the bright light of numerous torches, turning to face Lact with a snarl - only to be rewarded with a fist in his face. He fell to the ground, his hands still tied behind his back.
"A little something for the family business, Louis" Lact smiled. "Do with him what you will - but he is to be kept alive!"
The younger man nodded, gesturing to another to help Jack to his feet. "Take him to Isaac - I want him working on the next shift!"
"The deep shaft!" Jean Claude ordered. "I never want him to see daylight again!"
A bit more Jack for Jenny22611 - mwhahahaha!
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February
Jack peeked through the tiny hole in the sack covering his head, trying to get some clue as to his whereabouts, stunned to admit that he had absolutely no idea other than that he was in the French territories. A wooden fort sat atop a high hill, the French flag flying proudly above. Yes, definitely the French territories - but where? Despondently Jack wished he spoke French, not understanding any of the conversation around him.
He found himself bundled into a covered wagon. "Keep him out of sight!" Lact ordered.
The canvas flap was tied shut, ending Jack's secret view. After a while the wagon lurched forwards, heading along a rough track if the shaking was any guide. He had no idea of the direction in which he travelled, although it took the wagon all day and late into the night before they stopped. He heard voices, one of them Lact as he was dragged from the wagon.
"What is this you bring me Jean Claude?"
The sack was pulled off Jack's head. He blinked owlishly in the bright light of numerous torches, turning to face Lact with a snarl - only to be rewarded with a fist in his face. He fell to the ground, his hands still tied behind his back.
"A little something for the family business, Louis" Lact smiled. "Do with him what you will - but he is to be kept alive!"
The younger man nodded, gesturing to another to help Jack to his feet. "Take him to Isaac - I want him working on the next shift!"
"The deep shaft!" Jean Claude ordered. "I never want him to see daylight again!"