(Chapter 7:You have the right to be silenced.)

Jack groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, he was laying on his back on something. He slowly rolled over onto his stomach, and staggered up to his knees. He was going out into the water, one person was rowing him, a man in a hood.

"Where are you taking me?" Jack asked, looking around to see his surroundings. His father had been taken to this prison long before him. Unfortunately, John had stories of experience, Jack would never hear them.

"Sisika Penitentiary." The hooded man spoke, looking up at Jack, the man shown signs of old age. Jack suddenly remembered that he had been captured by Markus Van Der Linde, and many members of the BlackJacks.

"Ah, okay." Jack responded, sounding like he didn't care about where he would end up at.

"They're gonna have you working on a chain gang for a couple of days before you are put in the electric chair, or that is what the man, Markus, said to me."

"I know" Jack answered, as the canoo slowly approached the shore of Sisika Penitentiary. Sisika Penitentiary was a large prison, stationed on a lone island. Close to both, Saint Denis, and Annesburg.

Jack Marston still had his normal clothing on, wearing the same exact outfit as his father. Jack also took Arthur Morgan's beige colored jacket after he passed on, he had left that at Lake Don Julio.

(Meanwhile at Thieves' Landing)

Markus Van Der Linde, and Douglas Mulligan walked on the boardwalk over the dirty, swampy waters of Thieves' Landing. Several pelicans and boars inhabited this area, providing the BlackJacks some provisions for the time being.

"How did you know where Jack was located, Markus?" Asked Douglas, curious on how he knew where Jack was taking shelter at.

"A man told me, I don't know his name. He is tall, slick back short hair, had a fine mustache. Looked like a bare knuckle fighter." Markus answered, Douglas' eyes widened at the sound of the description.

"That sounds like Bill Pierce of the Saint Denis Fighting Pits, sounds like how he is seen in the pictures." Douglas went on to say in slight shock.

"How do you know?" Markus questioned,"You come from lands, West of the Grizzlies Mountains."

"As my gang got closer to the mountains from the Western side of them, we noticed several newspaper articles about the Fighting Pit over in Saint Denis. It had a picture of Bill Pierce, or the man you're describing." Douglas explained.

The two then entered the mostly populated area of Thieves' Landing, where most of the houses were located.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the BlackJack crew, I have come with some good news. We have successfully captured our target, or my target at least, by the help with this man here." Douglas pointed at Markus once he finished his sentence.

"Markus Van Der Linde." Douglas continued, Markus nodded his head as others looked at him in awe and surprise.

"We've done away with a possible gang rivalry, you have all of us to thank." Markus answered, as Jake, and Shaw approached from behind, as well as twenty other members.

"Well isn't that all fine and dandy?" Jake said with a grin on his face, making his way over towards the Thieves' Landing Bar to get a shot of whiskey for the day. To celebrate Jack's capture.

"Now, we shall celebrate a fine victory, and a major accomplishment now that we have finally made it past the Grizzlies Mountains, we soon shall continue out West. Towards Annesburg, there is a bridge located in that area." Douglas announced before Markus and Shaw approached him.

The three began to make their way towards the large wrecked steamboat, it was a good walking distance away. They had hitched their horses in that area.

"Now, when is our first heist? I know capturing Jack is an accomplishment and all, but we still have some things to do. We still need clothes, food, and other essentials apart from a shelter." Shaw questioned, sounding concerned.

"I don't know when our first robbery is going to be, but it needs to be small. We don't want big targets on our backs when we have first arrived here, I suggest that we go out to hunt animals. I will dispatch some small squadrons to hunt in specific locations, where certain animals live. We can kill those for food, and craft any other items they may hold of value." Douglas explained, giving Shaw some plans for the days to come.

"Sounds good, we will also need a new camp. Somebody is gonna see us at some point, that will most likely get them talking." Shaw suggested, Douglas nodded.

"Don't stress, Shaw. We are fine where we are, most of us are skilled in gun usage anyway if we do get attacked."

(At Doverhill)

"Don't stress Rebecca, we are doing alright. We will be fine without Jack, at least for now." Bill said in a gentle, soft spoken voice.

"I know we are fine, we need to get Jack back at some point or another." Rebecca said, sounding concerned and worried for her newly found best friend.

"We will, we just need more members. Sisika Penitentiary has a shit ton of guards, we aren't gonna get inside that fort of a prison, all by ourselves."

"How are we gonna get more members, Bill?" Rebecca asked, her voice sounding shaky.

Bill sat there, and thought for a moment as Rebecca began to eat the provision meat from the deer. Apart from a great fighter, she was a fantastic cook.

"I've gotta get something planned out, it will take me a bit." Bill answered, sounding sorry for Jack. He began to get worried that Jack could be executed before they even got a chance to perform the rescue.

"Well, please hurry. I don't doubt you and you being a potential leader of the gang if Jack dies, I can see it happening. I… I just think that Jack knows what he is doing, he comes off to me as that type of man. You do too, there is just something about Jack though." Rebecca sighed, getting up and looking outside.

It was just getting to noon, the time was 11:59 AM, and Bill along with Rebecca, their thoughts were in shambles as of now. None of them had a clue on what to do, Rebecca's eyes suddenly went wide and she looked at Bill.

"Jack told me of a place, it isn't too far away from here. It is up in Ambarino, a decent sized mountain. It is the spot where a man by the name of Arthur Morgan died, Jack told me that he strangely gets great ideas from this spot. Take a nap in that spot, I want to test this theory of Jack. Once you come back, tell me what you dreamed of." Rebecca suggested, Bill nodded his head and then smiled.

"That is a good move, I never believed in spirits or ghosts. I shall see how it goes, if I get some weird dream then that theory is proven wrong." Bill responded as he stretched his arms and legs out with a groan of pleasure as he stretched.

After a couple of minutes of eating their morning meal, Bill headed out. Rebecca would guard Doverhill with her life, she didn't think that no one else would arrive. The irishman began to think about the BlackJacks, more and more of them keep coming. She almost got shot by fifteen members, and Doverhill was stormed hours earlier by twenty new faces of the BlackJack gang in which see has seen.

Bill eventually arrived at the spot where Arthur succumbed to his Tuberculosis, the spot where he watched the sun rise as he passed on from this world. Bill stood at the bottom of the mountain, a strange feeling entered Bill. The prize fighter looked up and noticed some antlers moving behind a rock up at the top, he wondered why a deer would be up there alone.

Bill slowly walked up the hill, he was given some spare boots from Rebecca. So Bill didn't have to damage and get his bare feet dirty, for a man, Bill's skin was very smooth than a male's skin normally is. So walking on bare feet in certain areas hurt him, and annoyed him. As Bill approached the top, he drew the revolver slowly from the holster as he seen the antlers getting more bigger as he got closer.

The strange feeling got stronger, as if he had some strange connection with this deer before him. He felt like he could trust this deer, and tame it. Then a voice entered his mind.

"Put the gun down, boah. You don't need it right now anyway." A raspy southern voice said in his head, with the way the voice said "boy," you could easily tell it was Arthur's voice.

Now, Bill had never seen or even heard of Arthur Morgan, he only heard of it when speaking with Jack. Rebecca never heard of him either, or they never knew him personally at least. They had seen his name in newspaper articles from back in the past.

Since Bill had never heard this voice in particular, he instantly believed that this was the Deer telepathically speaking to him. The deer must have been Arthur Morgan's spirit animal, it was the only way it made sense to Bill. The prize fighter of Saint Denis slowly lowered the revolver back into the holster.

"I've come here on behalf of a man known as Jack Marston, I'm assuming you've seen him before." Bill said, sounding like he was guessing to himself.

The buck didn't move his lips, but the telepathic voice in Bill's head spoke.

"Jack, he has been up here before. I known him when I yet walked this Earth in a human body, I only known him for a small period of time." The voice of Arthur Morgan said in Bill's head.

"Okay, he wanted me to come up here. To give me some advice.." Bill stopped speaking and snickered to himself.

"I'm talking to a fucking deer, a.. Ah geez.." Bill laughed to himself, the buck let out a loud bellow. Letting Bill know, to be quiet.

"You better shut that damn mouth." The spirit of Arthur spoke once more, Bill looked baffled.

The buck approached the edge of the cliff, looking over the large forest and hills below him. The deer looked back at Bill before facing out into the wilderness once again.

"I shall return." Arthur said, Bill heard in what sounded like a tree branch snapping behind him. He turned to see nothing was there, he turned around again and… The deer had vanished.

Bill walked to the edge and peered over the side to see if the buck jumped from the cliff, he didn't see it anywhere on the ground far below him. The deer must have went back into the afterlife or wherever it came from, some spiritual realm.

Bill raised an eyebrow and sat down, laying against a rock. He set up camp around him, building a tent under the rock that gave the cliffside the shady spot, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

(2 hours later)

Bill slowly opened his eyes to see a man standing before him, a man with brown colored hair. He wore a blue everyday shirt and a black hat, the hat seemed slightly crooked. Bill sat up, wondering who this man was.

"Who are you?" Bill went on to ask, the man turned around and looked down at the prize fighter.

"The name is Arthur, Arthur Morgan." The man said, revealing his name.

"Jack told me you were dead, how the hell are you alive?" Bill asked, sounding a bit confused yet nervous.

"You're dreaming boy, I can connect to you from beyond the grave. I had the same visions when I went to sleep, my father passed away when I was young, so did my only girlfriend, and son. I actually had a family of my own believe it or not. When they all passed on, I seen memories in my dreams. I spoke with them in my dreams, I'm doing the same with you."

Bill raised an eyebrow, the dream felt so real. He was living the dream, literally. Although the moment was very amazing, to be connecting with a person he never met, he was essentially speaking to a ghost.

"Anyway, I was told to come here for advice. My friend, and fellow gang member, Jack Marston. Has been captured, he was captured by a man named Markus Van Der Linde." Bill explained, Arthur looked very surprised.

"Jack, in a gang? Ah shit, that boy never learns. Dutch has a boy too? Never knew that."

"Well, you still talk with Dutch wherever you are, right?" Bill asked.

"No, I am in a very beautiful place. People are all friendly, we all live peacefully. No diseases, no violence, no fights. Just harmony, I haven't seen Dutch at all. He's… Somewhere else probably. I figured we could all get along when we arrive in a world beyond worlds, I figured we can all put the past behind us. It doesn't work that way unfortunately." Arthur answered, Bill then heard footsteps coming behind him.

"You said something about Jack, defend him. Defend him with your life." A very raspy voice spoke, Bill turned to see none other than John Marston.

"You must be John Marston." Bill said, nodding his head towards the cowboy before him.

"Indeed I am, we have came to give you some help. There is a fort around here somewhere, Fort Wallace." John began to say, the spirits of Arthur and John began to give Bill some much needed advice.

(Sisika Penitentiary)

Jack was pushed towards the large steel gates of the penitentiary, he looked up and seen that the walls had barbed wire at the tops. Some of the barbed wire had the brown look of dried up blood, blood from the people who tried to climb over. It was an ominous feeling that the fort of a prison was giving off, as the rusty steel gate opened, it let out a loud creak. The creak of the steel was loud and it hurt to hear it, two heavy set guards stood at the front. These guards were ready to fire at any given moment, Jack gave them a cold look, they gave a cold look back.

The island was a huge marshland, it was muddy everywhere. Working conditions were horrible, forced labor on the inmates, this prison shown no mercy, and no sympathy. Penal labor was for everybody, the most common form of it was of a chain gang.

Once Jack entered the large penitentiary, he noticed that most of the inmates were African Americans. After all, the civil war wasn't so long ago. The south was still considered bad among the colored people, there was also several white men and women, the majority was of African Americans.

As Jack hobbled past the guards in his shackles, he gave them a look and stopped for a second. Both guards turned towards him, ready to aim and fire at any moment.

"Fuck you." Jack simply said, straightforward and to the point. The guards smirked.

"You have the right to be silenced." A guard growled as he aimed his rifle at Jack's head, point blank. Jack kept a hateful glare on his eyes as he entered the prison.

"I'll be silenced soon enough." Jack snapped back as he was pushed forward by a guard, escorting him to where he needed to be.

(Back at Doverhill)

Rebecca twiddled her fingers while sitting at the table, she was feeling anxious, but she tried to remain brave. The irishman felt that the gang was nothing without Marston, she wouldn't know that she and Bill could run the gang all by themselves with their brains.

Bill entered the laboratory after about thirty minutes of waiting for Rebecca, she looked over at him as he stood in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow, wanting an answer or something to come out of Bill's mouth.

"I have received help, help from beyond this world. We need to move, I've got a plan. This is a good one."