The prisoners were spending their very first night on the boat taking them to the new prison.
Frank: *Sleeping next to Papillon* Do you know how old we all are?
Papillon: I never really thought about it much.
Frank: Alright, I'm 41, along with Louis, but he's months older then I am. I asked you about our age, because Johnny is only 18.
Papillon: That's the youngest age anypony can be in order to get sent to jail.
Frank: Only problem is that Johnny didn't do nothing. Some crazy idiot got drunk, and beat Johnny down to a pulp, made him drink a lot of alcohol. By the time that guy left, the cops showed up, and saw Johnny was drunk. Me, and many ponies saw what happened. When those losers tried to arrest Johnny, I attacked one of them. That's why I'm on this ship heading to the new jail.
Papillon: I don't suppose you wanna know how old I am.
Frank: *Smiles* I never really thought about it much.
Papillon: *Chuckles* 43.
Guard: *Blows his whistle*
Frank: *Whispers* See you tomorrow.
They went back to sleep, and the guard stopped blowing his whistle.
Next morning, Louis was getting bread, and water when he saw Papillon sitting on the floor. They were outside again, and the warm sun was making everypony feel overheated. Well, almost everypony.
Louis: *Sees Papillon* Don't you get tired by the blazing sun?
Papillon: I'm used to it.
Louis: *Sits in front of Papillon* I want to ask you a favor.
Papillon: If you're trying to join me in an escape, the answer is no.
Louis: Very well. I was just going to ask you for my help.
Papillon: Your help for what?
Louis: Well, it has come to my attention that this new prison we're heading to is on Devil's Island somewhere in the French Guiana region. Now someponies have told me that there may be a few.. Neigh sayers that will try to kill us.
Papillon: Is that so?
Louis: Indeed. Like I told you, I made counterfeit money. I can still make it even without any equipment. So, if you prevent anypony from killing me, I'll get you the money you need to escape.
Papillon: Why would I need money to escape?
Louis: Bribe guards, or buy somethings from them.
Papillon: What kind of things?
Louis: Anything you can think of.
Papillon: *Shakes Louis' hoof* Deal.
Later that night, all of the prisoners were sleeping again in the ship. One of the prisoners got out of his hammock, and was carrying a knife.
Papillon: *Whispers* Hey Louie. *Looks at prisoner with knife*
Louis: *Whispers* I think he's heading for me.
Prisoner: *Goes towards Louis, and raises his knife to stab him*
Papillon: *Grabs his knife, and stabs the prisoner's face*
Prisoner: AH! *Drops knife* AH!
Guard: *Blows whistle*
Prisoner 2: *Grabs knife, and tries to attack Louis*
Papillon: *Knocks prisoner 2 onto the ground, and gives Louis his knife* Hide this.
Louis: *Hides knife*
Smoke was being poured into the room to prevent the prisoners from fighting, but it only made them cough.
Prisoner 2: *Wrestling with Papillon*
Papillon: Don't hurt my friend!
After the fighting, Papillon spent twelve hours laying on a floor near the engine room. All four of his hooves were cuffed, and chained together, and he was on his stomach. At least he was still able to have his bread, and water.
2 B Continued
Frank: *Sleeping next to Papillon* Do you know how old we all are?
Papillon: I never really thought about it much.
Frank: Alright, I'm 41, along with Louis, but he's months older then I am. I asked you about our age, because Johnny is only 18.
Papillon: That's the youngest age anypony can be in order to get sent to jail.
Frank: Only problem is that Johnny didn't do nothing. Some crazy idiot got drunk, and beat Johnny down to a pulp, made him drink a lot of alcohol. By the time that guy left, the cops showed up, and saw Johnny was drunk. Me, and many ponies saw what happened. When those losers tried to arrest Johnny, I attacked one of them. That's why I'm on this ship heading to the new jail.
Papillon: I don't suppose you wanna know how old I am.
Frank: *Smiles* I never really thought about it much.
Papillon: *Chuckles* 43.
Guard: *Blows his whistle*
Frank: *Whispers* See you tomorrow.
They went back to sleep, and the guard stopped blowing his whistle.
Next morning, Louis was getting bread, and water when he saw Papillon sitting on the floor. They were outside again, and the warm sun was making everypony feel overheated. Well, almost everypony.
Louis: *Sees Papillon* Don't you get tired by the blazing sun?
Papillon: I'm used to it.
Louis: *Sits in front of Papillon* I want to ask you a favor.
Papillon: If you're trying to join me in an escape, the answer is no.
Louis: Very well. I was just going to ask you for my help.
Papillon: Your help for what?
Louis: Well, it has come to my attention that this new prison we're heading to is on Devil's Island somewhere in the French Guiana region. Now someponies have told me that there may be a few.. Neigh sayers that will try to kill us.
Papillon: Is that so?
Louis: Indeed. Like I told you, I made counterfeit money. I can still make it even without any equipment. So, if you prevent anypony from killing me, I'll get you the money you need to escape.
Papillon: Why would I need money to escape?
Louis: Bribe guards, or buy somethings from them.
Papillon: What kind of things?
Louis: Anything you can think of.
Papillon: *Shakes Louis' hoof* Deal.
Later that night, all of the prisoners were sleeping again in the ship. One of the prisoners got out of his hammock, and was carrying a knife.
Papillon: *Whispers* Hey Louie. *Looks at prisoner with knife*
Louis: *Whispers* I think he's heading for me.
Prisoner: *Goes towards Louis, and raises his knife to stab him*
Papillon: *Grabs his knife, and stabs the prisoner's face*
Prisoner: AH! *Drops knife* AH!
Guard: *Blows whistle*
Prisoner 2: *Grabs knife, and tries to attack Louis*
Papillon: *Knocks prisoner 2 onto the ground, and gives Louis his knife* Hide this.
Louis: *Hides knife*
Smoke was being poured into the room to prevent the prisoners from fighting, but it only made them cough.
Prisoner 2: *Wrestling with Papillon*
Papillon: Don't hurt my friend!
After the fighting, Papillon spent twelve hours laying on a floor near the engine room. All four of his hooves were cuffed, and chained together, and he was on his stomach. At least he was still able to have his bread, and water.
2 B Continued
