• 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻 (𝓓𝓪𝔀𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) •

𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮 - 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓐𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪

You didn't really want to move away from Britain.

Alright, you did want to move away. But at what cost? You didn't do anything wrong besides forcing yourself into prostitution, but again, that wasn't your fault to begin with. It was whoever shot your beloved and dearest husband.

Forcing yourself out of the chilly timber bench on the miserable streets of east end London, you sit upright; leaning against the back of the seat, whilst looking down at your surprisingly slim body. The brown dress you were wearing was somewhat damped by the dew from the seat you slept on.

You see Abigail strolling up to you, holding a small burlap sack in her left hand and two delicious and warm blueberry muffins on her right. She gets to your eye level, carefully slipping the pastry on one of your hands, and speaks to you, "You're going to be on a long ship ride today, Y/N, you need to eat".

 "I know," You reply taking a small bite of the muffin that your friend probably stole from a nearby bakery, "Hopefully Australia is better than here".

This wasn't the first time she had stealthily stole some snacks from various places in the city; bakeries was her most favourable place to take food from. Everytime she sneaked away, she was never caught as the police forces and the hazy green fog always made it hard to see the citizens around you.

Let alone yourself. 

Abigail sat next to you on your left, "Sorry, Y/N".

"Whatever for, Abbie?," You finish the muffin that she gave you, the aftertaste was dead on brilliant, like a massive amount of flour, vanilla, and blueberries was used in the small concoction, "I hate it here".

"I'm sorry that you got framed like that". She caresses your H/L H/C hair, getting the knots out efficiently, "Why would they think it was you who did the crime?"

"Because they are idiots," You get off the bench, "Anyway, What's with the sack?"

She gives the burlap to you, "I highly doubt it, but the equipment in that contains the stuff you'll need if you find a new man to marry".

In the sack there were only three things inside; a wadded up twenty dollars, a baby pink diaphragm, and a slim fit condom still wrapped up in its brownish orange wrapping. The pouch was tiny due to its size and it had the words "Y/N L/N's Personal Property; Do not Touch" in messy ink writing.

It was pretty much useless.

The cash will do nothing, since you'll be in a completely different nation to the one you were used to...and when were you going to use all that sexual items?

"Oh...Uhm," You try to find the right words to use, "Thank You..? They are..Uhm...Very Exquisite".

Abigail laughed at your comment, tying the sack up with a rotten blood red ribbon she found on the road not too long ago, "Y/N, I know you will use these eventually. Again, I'm sorry. When I find her majesty, I will beat her to a pulp for accusing you of such a crime!"

You put your right hand on her shoulder, "Abbie, My Girl, That's illegal and you will hung up high for that. It is better to be a witty fool, than a foolish wit".

She smiled, showing her whiteish-yellowish teeth, "I will remember that when you're gone," She helps you throw the burlap around your left shoulder when you let go of hers, "And I will remember to constantly say sorry," This was the very last thing she says to you, before hugging you so tight that you feel like you're going to suffocate due to the lack of oxygen. You hug her back, but not as tight. This went on for two minutes, before she lets go, "Also, Officer Pacino wanted to give you this."

You felt something slid into your hands; A Map of directions on where Marquis Cornwallis sat next to the docks, floating on top of the glistening waters of the big blue. North, East, East, North, East, East. "The next you see him, Abbie," You hug her quickly before letting go, "Tell him I said Thank You".

"If I can steal some parchment, quill, and ink, I'll write to you..I-..I'll find your address down south.."  

"Well, Bye Abbie," You were sad with a minor act of depression and and a possible disheartening future, "If I get a letter saying that you've been executed, I won't be surprised, because you're like a master pickpocket..but you steal necessities instead of valuables".

She was in the verge of complete, tears as she waved to you, as you finally set off to the ship using Officer Pacino's directions, going from street to street. Occasionally, you had a few men stare at your blissful beauty and shiny E/C irises, but you were too annoyed and busy to notice them wooing you. Some were tempted to kidnap and keep you for themselves, but held back their sudden urges when they found out that you were a prostitute.

Hopefully, In Australia, you can find yourself a man and finally get out of it. You can no longer shower in the rain and consume foods that you didn't like everyday. According to your wise mind, it will be easy to find one, but nothing will replace your original husband that you loved to the moon, stars, and beyond.

After minutes, you reach the ship and it was bloody huge! It was made out of wood and planks, with the British flag flying proudly in the winds of the empire; The Union Jack being the most notable part of the banner. It was around 340 meters long and 30 meters wide. There were already convicts on the ship, forcing preparing for the journey by various of officers.

You see Officer William Pacino, run up to you on your right direction, which was where most of the markets were, "Lady Y/N!" He was catching his breath and sweating when he finally got close to you. He takes off his hat, "Let me help you onto the ship," He reaches his black gloved hands to you, taking your right arm as if he was courting you, "And let me please check the sack for any weapons".

"Weapons?! Why would I bring weapons when I know I'll get executed if I do so?"

"Queen's Orders, Milady," He snatches the burlap off you, immediately seeing the packaged condom. He clicked his tongue, giving it back to you, "I highly doubt you'll find another man".

"And I highly doubt your wife will stay with you much longer. By the way, since you're sweaty as shit, I think you'll crack her vanity mirror too".

He chuckled villainously, "Nice insult you got there, Ms L/N, but you still have to get on the ship. Me and five other guards are doing a check to see if everyone is on; Because the captain will not hesitate to turn back to Britain half way through the trip to capture any convict who didn't get on," His gloved hands slide down to your hand, "Every criminal will be forced to stay with a partner throughout the ship ride".

You snatch the sack back, like a child who refuses to their parents on taking their toy away, "And who is my partner?"

"I believe his name was...Norbert Fagin?"

Rolling your eyes, you reply back with, "I highly doubt he'll come to me-"

"Y/N. He's a master pickpocket, be careful on where you put your belongings. It would be advised if you watch over your things, even if it's all condoms and such".

"And why would Mr Fagin steal sexual items?"

Officer Pacino, sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his nose, "I don't have time for this. Just please get on the ship, Y/N. I don't have a lot of patience".

You reluctantly agreed with him; The sooner you get on the boat, the sooner you'll leave from the hell of East End London, because you hated everything about the place: the overcrowding, the green haze of the fog, poverty, multiple of crimes happening left and right, etc. This also means that you won't see Abigail in person again.

Hopefully, in the convict nation of Australia, you can somehow succeed in your goal of getting rid of gender discrimination and becoming a skilled surgeon, operating on actual humans instead of the usual rotten and dead rats that you would do. The most you have done is cut off a rodents tail with an abandoned scalpel you found lying on the streets. You were excited, but nervous at the thought of cutting of a limb of an alive member of human society. 

These thoughts get to you, as you finally get on the giant ship and settle down on a bench not far from a privy, holding the burlap sack very tightly.

You begin to take a quick nap, when you lay on your back, still holding the sack like a teddy bear. Everything went black..Everything went tranquil..Everything was peaceful.

You awaken, still on the ship. You look down and..

The sack was gone.

You lost everything that Abigail gave you.