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Although not officially at war at present, relations between England and France were never friendly.

"'Ello mon amies" The huge brute who was the sailors' leader, Collie by name, greeted the Frenchman with a wide gap toothed smile!

"No worries ere mates we're just passing through... Nous go to ship...Grande boat yeah?!" He pointed in the general direction of the port.

The three revolutionaries discussed his reply in rapid French, Clarisse of course understood every word;

"Fat English pig!"

" There's more of the cunts than us!"

'Bastards wander about as if its their fucking country!'

'Girl's pretty!'

The smallest of the three whose face was badly scarred with small pox walked up to Clarisse and grabbed a breast through the thin blanket

"Prendre votre main d__go__tante de moi vous le paysan" She snarled without thinking as she batted his filthy hand away

"Aristocrate!" snarled the soldier raising his bayonet. His eyes suddenly widened as Collie thrust a huge knife to its hilt into his back

"'Fraid we've got our own plans for her my little cheese eater! Get em boys!" The two remaining Frenchmen didn't even have time to turn before they were grabbed, two sailors to each man.

Collie removed his knife and slowly wiped the blood off on his trousers . He approached the terrified men

"Don't like frogs!" He said and, quick as a flash, drew his knife across the throat of the first captive. The doomed man looked down in horror at the bright spurt of scarlet flooding down his chest! He looked up again at the grinning Collie and, as his eyes clouded over, his captors dropped him to he floor

"And then there was one" The giant matelot approached to remaining prisoner who was weeping and gibbering, presumably, begging to be spared.

" There there! Now don't take on so!" He put a huge hand around the back of the man's neck, lowered his own head and gently pulled until they were touching, forehead to forehead

"Every man has to die son!" He said quietly

"Some die easy and some...." With a sudden thrust he drove his knife into the man's lower abdomen

"Die hard!" with enormous strength he jerked the knife upwards slicing through the man's stomach and ribs. The Revolutionary screamed into Collie's face but still he didn't release his grip on his neck. He just stared into the dying man's eyes

The Frenchman coughed once, spraying blood onto the giant's nose and cheeks and his eyes glazed over. Collie released his hold and the corpse slowly slid to the ground.

Straightening up the sailor's leader took out a huge and filthy handkerchief and wiped the dead man's blood from his face.

Clarisse just stood transfixed by the horrors that had just befallen her countrymen. On opposing sides of the current class war they might have been but nobody deserved to die like that.

"Shall we bury em Mr Collie?" asked one of the matelots

" Na leave em for the dogs! Right boys I don't know about you but I've got a thirst on me for some Froggy vino...And then..." He grabbed Clarisse's chin " I reckon it'll be time for a game of 'Stir your ship mate's porridge'!"

A ragged cheer went up and the party of sailors and they're two captives set off towards the distant port.

The room was dark and smelt dreadful. Tom was bound hand and foot. He was lying, either asleep or unconscious, on the floor under the shuttered window. Clarisse had been tied to the bed. A poor thing that appeared to be made of odd sized bits of timber with a straw mattress flung on top. She could feel the bed bugs and lice crawling and feeding all over her body.

On entering Calais, the sailors had brought them to La Coque D'Or a seedy tavern on the water front.

The owner had not questioned the two battered and ill dressed (naked in Tom's case) captives. He had simply taken the money Collie had given him and led them up the stairs to this pestilent room. Having tied the two of them up, the sailors had returned to the bar where, by the raucous laughter and sounds of breaking glass drifting up between the floorboards, many a bottle of wine had since been downed.

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