WARNING: This Chapter contains Mature themes and Violence,  read at your own discretion.

The sun was going down as the pink cotton sky reflected on the wet pebbled walkway.Black oil street lamp posts were planted repeatetively and lit.

Pondering down the somewhat empty street, Brielle could feel her panic rising.She was in the year 1740, a year she didn't know much about. 

Woman of this time had minimal rights and more so importantly had a strict dress code and social etiquette to follow.Taking out her smashed iPhone she tried making a call to Olivia  for the very last time.

"come on please work"she whispered while holding the phone up to her ear. A "Call Failed" message popped up on the screen.

 There was no signal and internet. with her battery now on 50% she knew she had to figure out a way to get out of here fast.

If she was going to survive in this time, Brielle will have to learn everything there is to know.Keep her head down and not draw any attention to her self.Just enough, so she can buy her self some time to figure out a way to get home.

Walking past a bonfire that looks like its about to die down, she quickly takes off her  muddy drenched denim Jacket and throws it on the bottom part of the fire. 

One less thing to get her spotted. She thought .Suddenly Looking down she saw a dirt covered thin Brown Blanket that was half submerged in a puddle. Shivers spike through her while  picking  it up .

Brielle wraps the long damp fabric around her body and head acting like a somewhat cape.

BRIELLE

Taking a deep breathe in, I notice lively music coming from an old looking tavern hidden on a dark corner street.Making my way up the dusty widow I see men drinking ,gambling and girls waitressing the tables with a lower neckline of a dress than the other girls I saw earlier.

 A Periling cry suddenly alerts my gaze towards the back alley of the building.Every ounce of my being is telling me to ignore it and keep walking,but for some reason my body wouldn't walk away.

"Please spare me sir, I beg of you ,It wasn't me".The boy whimpered .

"Do ye know what happens to thieves boy?,Ye get hanged, ye should be grateful it's only ye hand you'll be losing",

"N-nno please Si-" The boy stuttered in fear.

A man gripping the shirt of a boy with one hand, the other hand held a knife to the boys wrist, while being pushed up against the hard wall.

Adrenaline pumping through my veins and doing exactly what I told my self not to do just five seconds earlier.

" Get your filthy hands off him!" I screech . Realising the angry and confident voice I heard came from me .

My shaky arms automatically loop into a fighting stance with my hands now turning into fists. With the blanket now dropping to the floor.

Fake it to you make it, they say, and that couldn't be more true,I've never punched anyone in my life.

Catching the pair by instant surprise the boy who could be no more than nine years old, uses the opportunity to kick the man while rapidly scurrying off.

The man turned his way facing me with his shiny knife in hand. He took in my appearance with utter curiosity. What was I thinking?! he had a bloody knife there is no way I'll come out on top of this.

"Who in thee devils name are ye, eeh was a dirty little street rat, and ye let im get away ye filthy Hoare."he shouted.

Horror expressed all over my face, my fist's tightened holding my arms still in place not taking my eyes off the repulsive man.

"I guess there can be forgiveness,mi lady" He spat with humour.His shifty eyes bled with hungry desire.

" I can be compensated another way."He closed in on me as I was slowly backed into corner.

"look s-sir I was just worried about the boy,Let's just call it even,I won't alert the authorities if you just let me go, I never saw anything" I pleaded in a low huff of panic.

Pure amusement spread across his face as he chuckled.

"You must be not from here Girl,Here if ye got a knife to ye throat , ye keep quiet..

A scream erupts from my throat as I'm suddenly forced to the ground with his hand reaching up my calf. 

I'm weeping in hysteria as I start kicking and screaming.I roll over over on my back while kicking him right in the balls as  the  knife he held  is flung into the air.

"Not where I'm from!"I Screech.

Instantly a force strikes the side of my face. My ears start to ring and burn as the taste of metallic blood fills the side of my mouth.My face hits the cold hard ground , when the big weight is lifted from my aching body as the attacker is thrown to the side.

I Waste no time in staggering to get up, Quickly collecting the blanket ,I start Limping away when I hear someone calling to me.

"Miss ,Miss ! Are you alright!?"I don't dare to look behind.My  withering  shaking breath and my trembling legs takes me to a port of some sort.

The smell of fish and dust and disease fills the air.

A big crowd  of weak looking  woman, men and children of all ages are huddled off a steep wooden plank from a big sail ship. A soldier waiting on the bottom of the docks dressed in a big Long red Tailored  coat, white waste coast  and neck scarf. 

He wore A big black hat  trimmed in white. A hat  that he could've stolen from captain hook the very man himself.

 A sturdy man he was with little to no neck,big cheeks and  furrowed grey brows and his pepper hair stuck into a low pony tail.Opening a scroll he started reading names .

Each person who came forward automatically was then followed out by other men or woman.Watching  further I realised I was watching a type of servant market.

" Miss Mabel Jackson!?" the short man bellowed out, while looking amongst the crowd.Looking around to see no one has come forth I did what only the adrenaline told me to do.

"Here!" I blurt out .The crowd made room as I quietly and quickly walked forward, looking down.

 Holding my breath in antisipation  the red coated man did a swift nod  and continued reading down the list.

  Past him was an elder looking man opening the door to his horse and cart. Holding the blanket in place around my chin tighter I quickly bow my head to the tall and skinny man. 

"miss Jackson, Welcome to Greenwich, I trust your journey was sufficent? his wobbly voice laced with sincerity.  

 "May I take any luggage ?"he said while looking up at me.

"Thank you sir, but I -travel rather light" I worded while forcing myself a small smile.

In complete shock he now saw my bloodied lip under the shadow of my hood,, going a few shades whiter than he was before.

In his sad eyes you could tell he  pitted me,if only he really could understand.Releasing a big sigh I pull my self up  into the cart with his offered hand  as he closes the door behind me.

The gallop took no more than 15 minutes, we entered through a big gate that led to a big pathway.

 It had already reached nightfall and all the events from tonight is starting to feel like one big nightmare.

I was soon directed to a ready made room with a big double bed.My head hit the pillow and the room  started to spin around me as my vision started to blacken out .

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HI GUYS!?  HOW DID YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER? WHO DO YOU THINK RESCUED BRIELLE?

This Chapter was updated , in effort to make Brielle turning up as a servant a little more realistic.

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