by: Maura D.
The stillness of the night made the sounds of pounding boots and stifled groans echo through the thicket of trees. After being swindled out of their money, the group of seamen laid in wait for the mastermind behind it all, and when they caught him, they brought him to a well secluded place. The townsfolk stayed away from the woods that surrounded Shoreditch, and once they were sure nobody saw them, the men placed their own version of punishment on the man who jerked and writhed as their boots made contact with his torso.
"Where's that smirk now, boy?"
The band of sailors paused long enough in their torture and laughed. The small intermission gave Jean enough time to crack his un-swollen eye. The blood and pain made his vision blurry but even in the darkness he knew the ring-leader. Jean pushed himself up, through the pain and rattling in his chest, till he was finally on all fours. His throat tightened with every second that passed but he re