The Docks in the Seine, Paris, September 26, 1831
Jacquelyn heaved the heavy crate off the deck of one of the merchant ships and started toward the dock, "I'm telling you Basset, It's a good cause, we could do with a man like you."
Their counterpart sighed, and continued to trod along with his own crate, "I just don't know Jack, it seems like an awful lot of risk, I mean, what if you fail?"
"Then in failing we inspire others to take our place." Alexander grinned, Jacquelyn had already convinced him to join.
"See! He gets it! Feuilly would say the same thing!"
They all set down the crates on the dock and sat down, "Hey, where's Feuilly anyway? It's not his day off is it?" Basset asked.
Jacquelyn opened their mouth to tell them he was helping Enjolras print more pamphlets they were cut off by Monsieur De La Rue, "What in god's name are you children talking about?"
"The revolution." Jacquelyn deadpanned as Basset and Alexander tried to say 'nothing'
"Yeah? What about?"
"It's coming."
"And?"
"And I am not throwing away my shot, I am not throwing away my shot."
Alexander held back a smile, seeing what they were getting at, "Hey yo I'm just like my country I'm young scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot."
"Enjolras coulda gotta scholarship to any college. He probably wouldn't brag but dag he amaze and astonish, The problem is hes gotta lot a brains but no polish." Charles, the only one who'd actually been to a meeting so far added.
"I gotta hollar just to be heard with every word I drop knowledge, I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal, I'm tryina reach my goal my power of speech unimpeachable." Jacquelyn half yelled standing up.
Basset,who now seemed convinced stood, "Only nineteen but my mind is older."
"The parisian streets get colder. I shoulder every burden, every disadvantage, I have learned to manage. I don't have a gun to brandish. I walk these streets famished!" Alexander mused
Jacquelyn threw an arm around Monsieur De La Rue's shoulders "The plan is to fan this spark into flame-"
"But damn it's getting dark so let me spell out my name, I am the-" Alexander interrupted.
"A L E X A N D," They all joined in, "E R We are meant to be..."
Jacquelyn laughed, "A democracy that runs intelligently, Meanwhile the monarchy keeps shittin on us endlessly."
All the dock workers began to continue working as Jacquelyn finished, "Essentially, they tax us relentlessly, then Louis Phillpe turns around runs a spending spree. He ain't never gonna set his descendants free, so there will be a revolution in this century!"
"Enter me!" Alexander yelled, jumping on top of the box he'd set down.
"He says in parentheses." De La Rue chuckled.
"Don't be shocked when your history books mention these," He gestured to all the men gathered around him.
"I will lay down my life if it sets us free!" Charles called.
"Eventually you'll see our ascendancy!" Basset laughed.
"And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!" Jacquelyn and Alexander cried together, "Hey yo I'm just like my country I'm young scrappy and hungry and I'm not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!"
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Night Will End
Fanfiction"There is a life, and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy in between." -Albert Camus In which three people, a marble man, a drunken cynic, and a tired soul, dragged through miserable lives tied together on some invisible string, f...
