Week 4 – Discussion Question #1 – How did it end?
This week you will finish the book. We have had multiple questions for each of the past weeks, but this week you have just one question on which to comment.
The Year of the Hangman is a novel in which the author has taken a historical event and given it an alternate ending. Now it is your turn.
This week your comment needs to be an alternate ending to The Year of the Hangman.
- Tell us how you would change the ending.
- Tell us what happens to the various characters.
- What happens to George Washington?
- What happens to Crieghton, Uncle Hugh, Sophie, Ben Franklin.
This is your chance to write an alternate ending, be creative and good luck.
Maybe the author will make a comment or two about your alternate endings.
It was Major Harry Brown! “Dad your still alive, it’s me Criegthon! Major Brown ill as a dog couldn’t find yet say any words. Boom! Just then the jail gate closed and the guard said ” sorry sgentlemen, but General Washington is actually in the next building down, alive and well”. Arnold was furious! “Let us out before I beat you down”! “Now how would you…..” Just then the guard was globbered by a massive body. It was Peter! Instead of just using the keys to open the gate he decided to blow a whole in the wall to let us out. “Dad lets go, we have to get out of here”, Crieghton said eagar to get going. I’m too weak son go without me”. “Ha, don’t be silly sir, i’ll carry you”. Peter went down then lifted the sick man up like he was a feather. They heard guards coming and they skedaddled out of the cell. “We have to save general Washington, let’s get to the building, Peter did you grap the keys”? “Yes sir”! Half way to the next building they were encountered by at least ten guards and Peter tore them to shreds. They arived at the buildings, cell 6 and there was General Washington. “General come on we have to go” Arnold said. “Benedict Arnold, do you know how great it is to see you”? ” Come on we’ll talk later”! They reached the boat and on the way all of them were wondering how General Washington could possibly be alive, even General Washington. “Go on without me, I have to stay and fight the war at pensicola”, Arnold said sadly. “No, you can’t” Creighton said in a low voice, but before he could protest more he had let the boat go. They reached New Orleans safety and made it to Dr.Franklin’s residense. By the time they got into the quarters the news was spread that Arnold had put captured and put to death by the English. None of them could cope or beleive it. Sophie put Major Brown and General Washington in cool rooms to let them recover from there illnesses. Crieghton stepped into Dr.Franklin’s room, there was a diary on the table, he read it and began to cry. This whole thing had made him stronger and grown up and made the right choices as his father did. The End.
{{{ MR.MOSHE I AM SOOO SORRY I ACCIDENTLY SUBMITTED MY ENTRY WITH CHELSEA’S NAME INSTEAD OF MINE…IT IS ACTUALLY MY WORK, NOT CHELSEA’S.}}} MY BAD!
If I could change how the story on The Year of Hangman would end, Creighton, Peter, Sophie and Uncle Hugh would leave New Orleans to go back England, where they would re-build the printing shop of Benjamin Franklin and run the shop over there. Benjamin Franklin would die the same way he did and George Washington would stay in American and later become President of the United States of America. 🙂 THE END.
If I could change how the story on The Year of Hangman would end, Creighton, Peter, Sophie and Uncle Hugh would leave New Orleans to go back England, where they would re-build the printing shop of Benjamin Franklin and run the shop over there. Benjamin Franklin would die the same way he did and George Washington would stay in American and later become President of the United States of America. 🙂 THE END.
Now that everyone knew the fate of general Washington, the spirits of New Orleans were low. Not only have they lost Benjamin Franklin, they now know that Washington is gone too.
For the next four and a half month’s Creighton, Peter, Sophie, And Harry Brown continued to print the newspaper. The task was tiresome because they had lost many of the types in the fire and now they had limited supplies. Creighton had grew into a hard working man and had forgotten his mentality of what a “gentlemen” was. He had considered calling his mother, but decided aganist it because he was afraid to talk to her. As the months went on Harry brown decided that he must go back to England to see about his wife. Sophie and Peter agreed to come along with him but Creighton was not quick to agree. Finally he agreed and they were on their way.
When they arrived in England, Creighton was suprised to see his mother. The war had taken a toll on her and she looked run-down and depressed. She did not welcome Harry and Slamed the door in their face. She actually found out what happened to Harry and was embarassesd by him. Harry decided to leave his wife alone and Him, Creighton, Peter, and Sophie moved into lower Britain away from his wife and start all over. Even though they left the newspaper behind Sophie and Peter found work and managed to survive in England.
I would change the ending by Creughton and Sophie winning alll upcoming wars so that everybody could live happily ever after.
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As Creighton arose from his bunk he propped himself upright and thought of all that had occurred since his weeks in America. He wondered if all this would have been the same without him. He wounded if his father would have still been alive and well. He also couldn’t help but think that if not for Creighton’s disturbance between Arnold and Gower that his uncle would be in Florida guiding the troops right now. Even though Creighton knew he wasn’t directly to blame there was a sense that he could have stopped al this if he hadn’t been sent by his mother. He quickly wised away the though t. he could not afford to dwell in the past. There was to much work to be done in the printing shop. Creighton immediately rose and went to it.
As the years went on and hopes of the patriot upraise became less and less obvious Creighton and Sophie had grew fond of each other and wed that spring. They had a son his name was George in honor of the great leader that Creighton never new. Arnold never returned from the war. And Creighton’s father though had lived few longer that honestly expected died few years back. He was given the proper burial by Creighton in the yard. The year was now 1797 and Creighton and Sophie long retired from the printing business seeing as hopes were futile. But never the less Creighton still wonders about the difference he made in America.
Creighton would move to New Orleans for the rest of his life and live with Sophie. They would only remain friends but they would both live in the same house. Arnold would have died in the battle from a traitor that shot him at point blank range. Dr. Franklin would remain dead from the fire at the printing press. Peter would go on to many different battles to help many different generals in war and aventually become the lead war commander for all of America. Creighton’s father became well again and he still served in the army untill he was finally caught again and hung 2 days after his capture for treason. Finally, George Washington was saved a month after Creighton and Arnold went to the same base camp that he was at. More than 200 soldiers died at that base camp just to save his life. He went on to lead varius different battles.
If I was to end this story it would be short and simple. Meaning that I would not let anyone die. First I would let Creighton and Sophie fall in love, and make Creighton learn fluent French so he can understand Sophie. Colonel Gower would move to Florida and be the Governor of Florida. And let Peter and Benjamin Franklin keep working at the printing shop. And at the end Creighton will marry Sophie and Creighton’s father will live with them.
The end of the story:
Creighton would have complete control over the printing press and he would teach Sophie how to speak English fluently. Franklin would still be dead and Creightin would see his mother again. Leutenient Hale would become the Governor of Florida. Also, Creightin would live with his father forever.
I MADE A BIG OOPS IN THE OTHER COMMENT IGNORE THAT ONE, AND READ THIS!
I would definatley change the end of the story. I would change it starting from where Creighton discovered his father’s cell.
Creighton-Father is that you?
Harry Brown-No, it’s your second cousin twice removed. Of course it’s me boy, now come and give your biological father a hug. Because that is just what I am. I am your true blue blood. I am the one who helped concieve the person you look at in the mirror everyday of your life. I am–
Creighton-Alright already! ….. And I thought blood was red. Anyway never mind that.There are more important things to be worrying about. Like one, what the heck happend to you? You look like death itself!
Harry Brown- I was beaten up by the guards….twenty—–seven lashes on my body!!!
Creighton-You counted!…That’s a little strange don’t you think? I just can’t believe this, they told me you were dead.
Harry Brown-Shoot! Might as well be, don’t really have much going for me now.
Narrator- The look on Creighton’s face began to sadden by the minute. This was suppose to be the moment of his life. This was a moment that he had dreamed of forever, to be reunited with his father that he was told dead, but always alive in his heart. He was overwhelmed with a bitter-sweet feeling inside. Now that he found his father, his father was soon going to die.
Creighton- Dad…Wow I’ve waited so long to say those words. I’ve missed you terribly, but I can’t help but to be filled with a bit of resentment for being out of my life for so long. It is no wonder I have a gambling problem and am in debt. Without a father figure in my life. I’m constantly getting into trouble, why do you think I’m here now. I didn’t just decide to runaway, and to here of all places. Mother had me taken to stay with Uncle Gower, oh who by the way is now dead. I killed him with my left hand’s index finger. Body parts can do massive destruction when there are guns in the world.
Harry Brown: Wait, what? You killed him?
Creighton- Yes he was getting on mine, and Arnolds nerves. SO without a flinch, I shot him directly in his cold heart.
Narrator-10 eyebrows were suddenly raised and there wasn’t even enough people in that room for this to be possible. DO you catch my drift?
Harry Brown- Alright listen, before you go any further…
Creighton-Yes father?
Harry Brown-Yeah see, I’m going to need you to stop calling me that..Geesh you are slower than you look boy!
Creighton-WHat are you talking about?!
Harry Brown-Look, I’m not your daddy. Years ago, when I had went out on a misson, your mother decided to cheat on me with another man, when I came back her belly had a personality of its own. I don’t blame her, she was lonely. ANd that is why I stayed married to her and excepted you as my son. But now that you’re getting older I think you should know.
Creighton-AND WHAT HAVE U GOT 2 SAY OF YOURSELF?? ALL THESE YEARS AND IT IS UNTIL NOW THAT I AM FINDING OUT THAT U ARE NOT MY REAL FATHER!!! WHATS NEXT, THE GRASS ISNT REALLY GREEN! IT WAS ORIGINALLY BLUE AND THEY DIED IT GREEN!!
Harry Brown-Umm……Sorry./?
Creighton- (really really loud) SOORRRRRRRRRRRRYYY!!!!!!! ROARRRRRRRR (excessive growling)
NArrator-the following scenes that just took place over the past 5minutes have been edited out for the sake of little kids reading this. The things that were said, were provocative, digrading, and totally out of control for anyone’s ears. Now to continue. Enjoy the rest of the movie.
Creighton-Germanshmerman kerlinferman KAJSLOEHWJH KALAMINJAMIN!!!!!!! UGHHH
Arnold(whisper) I think somebody is loosing it
Narrator-AT moments notice Creighton reached into his pocket, grabbed the gun he had loaded secretly ,earlier in the day. And BANG!!! Harry Brown was there, lying dead.
Creighton- I’ll be at your funeral tommorow to piss on your grave.
Narrator-he spat all over the lifeless body. All I’m saying is, if there is a heaven and a hell, we know where that kid is going. Unless a series of repentance sessions immediatley begin to take place.
Scared out of their mines, and absolutely shocked at the things Creighton had just done and said. They innitiated there escape plan that had been brought up earlier. And in a flash they were home again. Funny how quick they hauled booty, when someone was murdered. HAHAHAHHA!! Anyways back to the talking….
Sophie- (SNiff sniff) YOu guys smell like doggy doo-doo mixed with hawiian punch!
Creighton- Isn’t it the week where your suppose to practice manners.
Sophie-What’s eating you?
Creighton- Hmm..I don’t know I happend to just kill the guy that I believed was my father for so many years.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Narrator-SLowly but surely, Creighton who had just got shot in the head,fell to his knees. And who was it but……Harry Brwon! Wait a minute. Shhhh. Lets here what happens next folks!
Creighton-(murmurring,faint voice he’s dying for goodness sake) How could this be?
Harry Brown- Boy! You only shot me in the foot. Anal Sphincer!!!! Ha! Shot Gower right through the heart is that? Now that’s funny! Shooting your own father in the leg, my only choice was to come back and kill you.
Creighton- BUt, you said you weren’t my father.
Harry Brown-I tried to tell you…….you never gave me a chance…………….it’s April 1st………………………………………………………………………..
APRIL FOOLS!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH WOOOOOO GETS THEM EVERY TIME!
Narrator- Sophie, Peter, and Arnold couldn’t believe that they were witnessing this. It was better than Jerry Springer! Creighton’s last words were, you suck. ANd his fathers were, no you do. Yup he died the same hour. Duh Arnold shot him! He could’nt have that psychotic maniac, up in that house.
Narrator-So Creighton and his father died that day…just like a fool would.
(((PUNN INTENDED)))
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BY: B.A.L.C.V
I would definatley change the end of the story. I would change it starting from where Creighton discovered his father’s cell.
Creighton-Father is that you?
Harry Brown-No, it’s your second cousin twice removed. Of course it’s me boy, now come and give your biological father a hug. Because that is just what I am. I am your true blue blood. I am the one who helped concieve the person you look at in the mirror everyday of your life. I am–
Creighton-Alright already! ….. And I thought blood was red. Anyway never mind that.There are more important things to be worrying about. Like one, what the heck happend to you? You look like death itself!
Harry Brown- I was beaten up by the guards….twenty—–seven lashes on my body!!!
Creighton-You counted!…That’s a little strange don’t you think? I just can’t believe this, they told me you were dead.
Harry Brown-Shoot! Might as well be, don’t really have much going for me now.
Narrator- The look on Creighton’s face began to sadden by the minute. This was suppose to be the moment of his life. This was a moment that he had dreamed of forever, to be reunited with his father that he was told dead, but always alive in his heart. He was overwhelmed with a bitter-sweet feeling inside. Now that he found his father, his father was soon going to die.
Creighton- Dad…Wow I’ve waited so long to say those words. I’ve missed you terribly, but I can’t help but to be filled with a bit of resentment for being out of my life for so long. It is no wonder I have a gambling problem and am in debt. Without a father figure in my life. I’m constantly getting into trouble, why do you think I’m here now. I didn’t just decide to runaway, and to here of all places. Mother had me taken to stay with Uncle Gower, oh who by the way is now dead. I killed him with my left hand’s index finger. Body parts can do massive destruction when there are guns in the world.
Harry Brown: Wait, what? You >sooner./?
Creighton- (really really loud) SOONERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! ROARRRRRRRR (excessive growling)
NArrator-the following scenes that just took place over the past 5minutes have been edited out for the sake of little kids reading this. The things that were said, were provocative, digrading, and totally out of control for anyone’s ears. Now to continue. Enjoy the rest of the movie.
Creighton-Germanshmerman kerlinferman KAJSLOEHWJH KALAMINJAMIN!!!!!!! UGHHH
Arnold(whisper) I think somebody is loosing it
Narrator-AT moments notice Creighton reached into his pocket, grabbed the gun he had loaded secretly ,earlier in the day. And BANG!!! Harry Brown was there, lying dead.
Creighton- I’ll be at your funeral tommorow to piss on your grave.
Narrator-he spat all over the lifeless body. All I’m saying is, if there is a heaven and a hell, we know where that kid is going. Unless a series of repentance sessions immediatley begin to take place.
Scared out of their mines, and absolutely shocked at the things Creighton had just done and said. They innitiated there escape plan that had been brought up earlier. And in a flash they were home again. Funny how quick they hauled booty, when someone was murdered. HAHAHAHHA!! Anyways back to the talking….
Sophie- (SNiff sniff) YOu guys smell like doggy doo-doo mixed with hawiian punch!
Creighton- Isn’t it the week where your suppose to practice manners.
Sophie-What’s eating you?
Creighton- Hmm..I don’t know I happend to just kill the guy that I believed was my father for so many years.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Narrator-SLowly but surely, Creighton who had just got shot in the head,fell to his knees. And who was it but……Harry Brwon! Wait a minute. Shhhh. Lets here what happens next folks!
Creighton-(murmurring,faint voice he’s dying for goodness sake) How could this be?
Harry Brown- Boy! You only shot me in the foot. Anal Sphincer!!!! Ha! Shot Gower right through the heart is that? Now that’s funny! Shooting your own father in the leg, my only choice was to come back and kill you.
Creighton- BUt, you said you weren’t my father.
Harry Brown-I tried to tell you…….you never gave me a chance…………….it’s April 1st………………………………………………………………………..
APRIL FOOLS!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH WOOOOOO GETS THEM EVERY TIME!
Narrator- Sophie, Peter, and Arnold couldn’t believe that they were witnessing this. It was better than Jerry Springer! Creighton’s last words were, you suck. ANd his fathers were, no you do. Yup he died the same hour. Duh Arnold shot him! He could’nt have that psychotic maniac, up in that house.
Narrator-So Creighton and his father died that day…just like a fool would.
(((PUNN INTENDED)))
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BY: B.A.L.C.V
Ok we all know that after saving Creighton’s dad Creighton goes to New Orleans but what if he sneeks off the boat and leaves Peter and Harry Brown to go to New Orleans.This is how i whould end the books.Creighton ready to and fight is spoted by a sentry and is sent to see Arnold.Creighton tells Arnold that he wants to fight and Arnold allows him to stay if only he promise’s to stay out of danger.Then the battle begins theres bodies every where arms,legs,fingers,and mose of all BLOOD! lots and lots of BLOOD.The ship where Creighton and Aronld are on are blowned to pieces.Wd find Creighton over on the main land and some of him in red stained sea and more of him in the air as pieces of him are felling fom the sky as rain and Aronld is in bellows of a passing great white shark and some of him on the main land as well along wit many spainsh and American corpses. The British win and the American get owned!!! and that is how the book should have ended.
(Right now Creighton, Pete, and Arnold are sailing to where his uncle told him to go just before dying in the duel with Arnold. Everything is the same way as it was in the book up to this point. )
The Sun had just set and Creighton was wondering as to what they would find once they reached Pensacola. The sky was now dark blue with a handful of stars. Suddenly, he noticed a strip of land just ahead of them. Now it turned into a hill. It was getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and then it was a noticeably large mound of mud and grass.
“We’re here” murmured Arnold with what sounded like a bit of anxiety and disbelief. “Now remember what our plan is: I do the talking and you act like my privates.”
“I’m good. How about you Pete; are you up to it?” Creighton said reassuringly.
“I believe so. Either way, it’s not like we can go back now.” Pete responded with a humorous tone in his voice. The three of them soon got off their vessel and into a little paddle boat. When they reached the shore, a British looking guard with a red coat came up to them. “Good day sir, may I offer you any guidance?” he said. “Of course you may,” Arnold responded in a serious, general like tone. “The Governor sent me, General Arnold, to transfer a certain prisoner from a jail located in this area.”
“Oh, why of course! Follow me right this way, if you may.” The guard made a gesture towards himself, so as to make them follow him. They stayed behind him as he lead the way through a gate, past an open, partly grassy plain, and into a dirty, yet safely guarded prison near the gate walls. He told them to stay put while he would go and search for the “prison keeper” (as he called him). Sooner than later, the guard came back with a worried look on his face. “I’m sorry, but the person in charge of this place is out on vacation in England. I’m sorry to tell you that you’ll have to come at a later date; say about… two months?”
Arnold’s face turned scarlet red as he cursed at him. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ON VACATION?! TWO MONTHS!” The guard now looked petrified at Arnold as he criticized him for being useless (and other dirty things). Arnold quickly grabbed the man into a choke hold and pointed a pistol at his head. “I’m… s… sorry sir for the inconvenience, but you must understand…” The guard tried to speak, but fear and panic were written all over his face. “YOU WILL TAKE ME TO CELL TWENTY-FOUR THIS INSTANT, OR ELSE!” Arnold was now looking as though he was really going to shoot the man!
“What are you doing!” demanded Creighton with a worried look on his face. “What if armed soldiers come?! We’ll be outnumbered!”
“I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this several times before; and may I say… they all happened exactly the same way.” Arnold had this certain confident look in his eyes- Creighton thought he saw a quick smirk on the unpredictable general’s face.
Pete just stood there, looking as confused and worried as Creighton. All of a sudden, four soldiers, with nothing but short daggers and pistols, appeared in shabby red suits. “STOP RIGHT THERE AND LET GO OF THE HOSTAGE!”
“NO! JUST GIVE ME THE KEYS AND YOUR FELLOW COMPANION WILL BE SPARED.” Arnold commanded them. “All right. Just take it easy now big guy. Nobody wants to get hurt now.” One of the soldiers hesitated before handing over the rusty iron keys. “Now get into that cell over there,” Arnold signaled with his chin an open cell about ten feet to the right, “and drop your arms right there.” Creighton had never seen him so serious before. All four men gently settled their weapons on the floor just as the general ordered- Creighton couldn’t believe they gave in so quickly without a fight.
Pete locked the four soldiers plus the guard in the cell promptly after their surrender. They then collected their weapons. “Now that we have that out of the way…” Arnold chuckled gleefully as though he had planned everything from the start, “let’s go to that cell of ours. Shall we lads?” Both Creighton and Pete were left incredulous at what had happened. They soon arrived at cell number twenty-four. When Pete opened the large wooden door, a man grabbed him and pointed a sharp rock at his neck.
“Give me your gun and I’ll let him go.” The prisoner didn’t look very old, despite the worn and tattered look he had on his face. Creighton thought that he had encountered this person before. “But where?” Creighton thought. “Who are you, man?” General Arnold hissed. “Brown… Harry Brown.” Responded the man.
“Father?” asked Creighton. At the sound of these words, Harry Brown released Pete from his grips and there was a moment of silence. They both stared at each other as if not believing what was happening. “Creighton? Son?” Harry responded. Then, as if finally coming to the conclusion that that they both weren’t dreaming, Creighton Brown and Harry Brown lunged themselves at each other.
“Hold your horses there lad. What is this?” Arnold asked. “I thought you were dead.” Creighton started to cry, completely ignoring Arnold’s question. “I was about to be… if it weren’t for your Uncle Gower.” Harry answered. Finally, they let go of each other. “He’s my father.” Explained Creighton. “You mean to say that this here isn’t General Washington?” Arnold questioned with disappointment.
“Yes indeed.” Said Harry, answering Arnold’s question. After a good deal of explaining what happened to him, Harry Brown and the rest of the crew made it successfully back to the paddle boat without being spotted.
Just before boarding, a series of shots started making their way to them. “GET DOWN!” Pete exclaimed. “Ready, aim, FIRE!” yelled a guard. Another round of shots found their way towards the escapees. Fortunately for them, the British guards’ aim lacked accuracy. Arnold and Pete, along with Harry and Creighton, hastily got down and hid in the grass. All of them got a pistol and started to fire at the guards. The once-silent evening atmosphere was now filled with the smell of gunpowder, the sparks of gunfire, and the sound of bullets flying through the air; it had turned into a battlefield.
There were six guards and they were heading towards them carefully. Arnold got out his sword and charged at them. Luckily, the next round of bullets didn’t even scratch him. He managed to stab the first two in the chest while they were loading their weapons. Without a second to spare, Harry did the same thing and lunged himself toward another one. One of the bullets managed to scrape his arm a bit, just enough to make it bleed somewhat, but not enough to stop him. He successfully managed to assault his opponent. Creighton made a lucky shot and hit one of the other guards in the torso. There were now only two British left. Creighton ran out of ammunition, so he dropped his gun, grabbed a dagger, and ran towards one of the remaining guards.
While he was running to one of them, he noticed that the other was aiming his weapon towards his father. Without thinking, he shielded his dad, and in return, received a bullet in his leg. “CREIGHTON!” Harry got down above Creighton and threw his dagger to the British that shot him (which was in the middle of reloading his pistol). BULLS-EYE! It made its way to the unsuspecting guard. He fell down in agonizing pain. Pete sneaked behind the last one and slammed his head with a rock that he had picked up.
“Let’s get a move on before the rest of them scoundrels’ find us.” Arnold demanded in a quick manner as though to not attract any more guards. Thankfully, they were long gone before more came. “If your not Washington, then were is he?” asked Arnold as he talked to himself. “How about we worry ‘bout that that later and get these two fixed up?” suggested Pete as he tended to Harry’s injury. “Fine, I’ll get down to Creighton’s leg now, shall I?”
Arnold snatched one of the daggers that was lying about, wiped it with his sweaty shirt, and while Creighton wasn’t looking, poked it into his wound and quickly retrieved the bullet that was buried inside. “SWEET MOTHER OF…” Creighton wasn’t able to finish his comment due to the fact that a sharp object had just pierced into his leg and had excavated for the bullet. “It’s all right. It’ll heal faster than you can say ‘Pensacola’” joked Arnold. “What’d ya reckon happened to Washington, General?” Pete asked to Arnold. “He was able to escape before they hanged him,” Harry Brown interrupted, “don’t know how or who was involved.”
“How did you find out then?” Creighton questioned him. “One of the guards told another one that was taking the responsibility of watching over my cell,” answered Harry, “didn’t get into much detail though.”
With the wind on their side, they were going to make it to New Orleans in no time. “Creighton, you should go back to England. It’s safer.” Harry told Creighton. “Can’t you see Father, I am home; and this is my family, this is where I belong” responded Creighton. Creighton and his dad smiled at each other. “Glad to have you with us, lad.” added Arnold. When they got to New Orleans, Creighton and Pete helped Sophie at the printing shop. Meanwhile, Arnold and Harry Brown went to join the Continental Army as Generals. They aided Washington in their fight for independence, and they miraculously succeeded with the help of Spain and France. Unfortunately, Arnold died at the end of the Revolution, because his ship was intercepted by the British and sunken, as they sailed to Washington’s aid over the Atlantic. Harry Brown became Washington’s Vice president soon after. Creighton continued to live with Sophie at Benjamin Franklin’s house in New Orleans. They, along with Pete, continued to run the printing shop.
As benedicet fires his shot at gower, creighton heard a lound crack as the shot smashes into the tree behind the colonel. At first the colonel seems paralyzed, but then reloads his weapon along with arnold. as the two men frantically pour the powder into thier guns, the colonel throws his weapon down and takes another from his waistcoat. He aims, and fires. the bullet impacted arnold in the middle of the chest. As quickly as the shot was fired arnold was on the ground, opening and closing his mouth as if to speak, but no words escaped. creighton and leutenant hale rushed to his side. “are you ok” creighton asked as in disbelief. hale wispered “I think it went through his lungs”. Arnold lay there gasping for breath for about two minutes, until he couldnt manage it any longer and suffocated. A tear came to creightons eye, and then another until his face was like an ocean. gower came to creightons side, reloading his weapon. He lowered himslef down and said “he told me everything, why you are here, who you came with. and we made a plan. to put on a fake duel. He just didnt know i needed to kill him too”. Creighton paused and then said “too?” then creightons eyes grew wide. The colonel then raised his pistol and shot a bullet through creightons head.
This is how I will end the book:
On the boat to New Orleans;
“Ahh, my bloody leg is killing me”,Creighton screamed and clutching his leg “I cannot take this any longer”. “It’s all right my good man, the general will remove it for you” Peter said.”Okay, here Creighton bite down on this leather bag” Arnold said gesturing to the small brown sack.”One, two, three” the general said as he plucked the bullet from Creighton’s leg.”OWWWWWWWW, OWW, oh my good lord” Creighton shouted. Creighton doubled over in pain, it was extremely horrifying.”Gad,” Peter said looking at the bleeding leg in disgust.
“Lad, lad, it’s all right, here drink this, it will ease the pain for yah” said Peter handing over a bottle of whiskey.Creighton soon drifted of to sleep.”Peter!” yelled the general, “Stop the boat here”, “But why sir, we are in the middle of the harbor.” “Are you questioning my authority boy!” the general hissed, “No sir, nothing like that, I…I ah-never mind” Peter murmured “You don’t understand? is that what it is, well you won’t understand okay!” hissed the general. Peter stopped the boat, “Okay lad, I am going off to find Washington all right, make sure you bring these two home safely,” said the general. “But sir,why the….”Peter started “Don’t mind me, just leave” ,and as the general said that he leaped into the water.
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Conversation between Creighton and Peter;
“Why, why here…I dont understand,” Peter said to himself, “Hey Peter” said Creighton.”Oh, hi”, we are appraoching land,” Peter said.”Where is Arnold?” Creighton asked, “He left to find Washington,” he said firmly. “Oh yes, and is father recovering?” “Yes and…” “I am felling better than ever boys,” cried Harry.The three chuckled.
The boat hit land and the three men went to Dr. Franklin’s house. Sophie was just about to enter the house when she saw the three men walking, “l’OH ma qualité” she said running to them.She gribbed the three, hugging them tight, then she stepped back and blushed.”What’s wrong” said Peter, “I am supposed to practice humilite’ remember”. “Rubbish,” cried Harry Brown “It’s fine to hug us” Sophie helped them inside a prepared dinner for the men and herself.
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Creighton jumbled around thoughts in his head, remembering his uncle’s death, how he found his father and so on as he worked in the printing press with Sophie, thinking about his fate as well as his father’s, Peter’s and General Arnold’s. “Creighton” said Sophie “You may go inside to rest, ther is is a cup of hot tea and some bread with cheese you can fetch and eat-if you want that is,” Sophie said.”No, I am all right” replied Creighton.Sophie slowly approached Creighton and looked in his eyes.She slowly rapped her arms around his neck and he did the same.The two hugged each other tightly.”Ahem, am I interupting something? ” said Harry Brown.”No father, it was n…nothing at all”.Sophie resumed to her work.”Son, come outside”.The two exited the printing press.”What’s going between you two?” “Nothing father”, “I know what hapened” Harry Brown said chuckling.”Anyway, I am proud of you my boy, Thank you for saving me” said Harry “Thanks to you dad,for everything, for showing me that I must do what is right” the two hugged.”Okay my boy,fetch Sophie for dinner because I have made a mean stew today”.”Oh, and are you planning to go back to England?” “Gad no” said Creighton “The people that I love are here and I am begining to like this place”.
(Continuing from when Creighton finds his father and helps him escape, along with Arnold and Peter. They are on the boat that they boarded as they were fleeing.)
“My leg….” Creighton managed to gasp out. ” It hurts….”
“Oh, right. Sorry, lad, I forgot.” Arnold grimaced sympathetically.”Hope you have a high tolerance for pain.”
Pulling out a knife, Arnold deftly inserted the tip into Creighton’s wound and popped out a little ball. He slowly rotated it between his fingertips, then presented it to Creighton, who was laying back, eyes squeezed tight in pain.
“Don’t know if you’re aware, but it’s out now,” Arnold chuckled.
Harry Brown clapped his son on the shoulder.”You took a bullet trying to rescue me, son. I’d never have thought you to be capable of such courage.”
Creighton opened his eyes blearily.”I was saving my skin as much as yours, father, but even so, I’d take more than a bullet for you.”
Harry smiled warmly and opened his mouth to reply when Peter shot bolt upright and groaned. He pointed at something in the distance.
“Blast it all, they’ve caught up with us,” Arnold murmured, gazing at the ship gaining on them from behind. He quickly glanced at his companions.” And two of us are unfit to swim, or stand for that matter. It looks like we have no choice but to let ourselves be capured.”
Feeling slightly sick, Creighton watched as the ship came closer and closer, all the while getting bigger. He was certain this was the end of his relatively short life. In the back of his mind, he felt a deep regret that he rescued his father just to have him killed. Creighton gave low sob and crouched down low. But then his father spoke up.
“Wait…..” said Harry.” That’s not a British ship….”
He was right. A makeshift Patriot flag was hanging, or drooping, from the mainmast. Creighton felt elation swell within him, but it was nothing compared to the whoop of joy that Peter let out.
” I don’t believe it! It can’t be him!” Peter was gesturing so wildly he was likely to tip over the boat. ” General Arnold! Look!”
Arnold craned his neck to see what had gotten Peter so riled, and jerked his head back, swearing softly.
“Gods above,” he whispered, a rare smile growing on his face,” it’s General Washington.”
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And so it was. When they had been pulled overboard by the crew, Creighton managed to get the full story. General Washington, with the help of loyal Patriots, had escaped from his prison and traveled to New Orleans. Washington had hoped to see Dr.Franklin, and was grievously disturbed when Sophie told him of Franklin’s death. He had then learned of the whereabouts of Arnold and decided to track him down, to warn him off from attacking Pensacola. When he did not find Arnold, Washington ordered his ship to be turned back around, though he did so with resignation. He did not expect to find Arnold in a small boat in the middle of the ocean with three companions.
Creighton felt dazed. He walked around the ship, trying to register all he had heard and seen and thought. His father was in a cabin, sleeping after receiving treatment for his ailments. So absorbed was Creighton in his brooding that he did not see where he was going, and smacked right into someone. He looked up and saw–Sophie.
“Sophie!” How–what?” He spluttered.
“I see you are still clumsy as ever,” Sophie smiled slyly.” And as for what I am doing here, do you honestly think I would be left at home to worry while General Washington went off to find you, Peter, and General Arnold? Certaintly not.”
Creighton grinned back. ” How ladylike of you. Well, in any case, I’m glad you’re here.” He blushed as he said it.
” I am too. It has been so long since I was on a boat…in fact, not since I was born!” Sophie became serious. ” I heard about your father…he is doing much better, isn’t he?”
“He is. He’ll probably be up and walking by tomorrow, I expect.”
“That is good. But….”
“What?” Creighton noticed Sophie’s sorrowful look.
“Once he is better, he will want to go home, no? And you will go with him.” She glanced at the floor as she spoke.
“Is that all?” Creighton laughed and hugged her. ” Sophie, I am home.”
(This leaves off from when Creighton,Peter,Arnold,and Harry Brown are trying to escape)
“Creighton,hurry!”Peter cried.The sound of the soldiers was
steadily increasing.
When Creighton reached the wall Arnold was already making his way up it,and Peter was readying the rope for him and Creighton’s father.
When they had reached the other side,they beckoned to Creighton.
With some difficulty,Creighton hoisted himself over the wall, the sound of gunshots not far behind.
“I can’t do it,”Harry said,breathing heavily.”Go on without me.”
“But-”
“Go!If we all get caught because of me,we’ll all die.And if I’m left behind……….well,I was going to die anyways.”
“But I just found you,”Creighton said,with a tear or two in his eyes.”I can’t just leave you now.Having you die once was enough.I can’t handle it if you actually,really die just after I find you.”
“Go!They’re coming!”Harry hissed.He gave Creighton a push and Peter grabbed him,dragging him along.
“No!Wait!”Creighton protested.But his complaints were useless.
As he turned around,he saw his father collapse on the ground, surrounded by soldiers and Creighton gave a sharp cry before Arnold spun him around,and they fled to the boat.
Several Months Later……………….
Creighton arranged the type carefully and looked around in astonishment for the thousandth time.
“I still can’t believe what you did to this place,”Creighton said to Sophie, who was setting up the printing press.
“And I can’t believe you’re so good at this now,”she joked.”Only yesterday you were dropping trays of print and look at you now.”
Creighton smiled saddly and Sophie looked at him sympathetically.
“Still sad about your father?”she asked gently.
Creighton nodded.”It just………it seems so cruel to take him away just when I saw him again.” His eyes began to flood. “We were going to do great things together.As father and son.”
“Life is cruel,”Sophie said rather unhelpfully.”Otherwise the Americans would not have lost this war,no? At least you got to see him one last time.Be grateful for that.”
Creighton nodded absentmindedly. Sophie had performed a miraculous deed- bringing back the printing shop from the ashes.Since then,they’d lived peacefully for the last few months,their hearts desring nothing else,-well,almost nothing else.
Creighton looked around again, realizing he was much more fortunate then many others,so why was he complaining?
His future hopes were high.If a shop could be raised from the ashes,maybe,just maybe, the Americans could win and finally have peace again.
Okay my story turns during the part when theres a duel.
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“Creighton you here?” said Peter. “Yeah just hold on” i muttered. All I could think about was Sophie. I hadnt told Peter but the truth was shes pregnant with my child. Today was the duel of my Uncle and Benadict Arnold. But it would soon be the duel of me and Peter. For we both loved Sophie dearly. Peter was in the kitchen fouling around with the knives cutting fruit for breakfast. I tried sneaking past him because we were good friends. And the news about me and Sophie would be unbearable. But Peter glanced and saw me just as I twisted the knob on the door, he held one hand up and motioned me to come over. “You dont have to run, I already know what happened” said Peter almost choking on tears. “Im so sorry” I replied. I diddnt have much of anything to say. But for some reason I made an evil smirk, his anger seemed to amuse me. But there it was again my split personallites. Taking over, Did I really love Sophie? Or did I just want to see Peter at his lowest? I diddnt know but I simply waved at Peter and left the house. On my way to a tavern to get some ale, I run into my old friend Johnny Huggins. And for some awkward reason he seemed very tense. “Johnny, you alright?” I questioned. “No, because I just found out you stole Peters girl” said Johnny. Wow I thought to my self news does spread like butter around here. So I diddnt bother to even say good-bye to Johnny. I walked to the printing shop to find Sophie. ” Ah. Creighton you’re here, come sit please” said Sophie. “Okay” I mumbled. “Something wrong” she said searching my facial expressions. “No” I said. But inside I knew that I wasnt ready to be a father. And I wasnt ready to lose a friend like Peter either. I watched Sophie in the kitchen pouring two cups of tea. Then a thought came to my mind. LEAD!! YES THE LEAD!!. Since I wasnt ready to break Sophies heart, become a father and lose my good friend Peter I thought maybe I could get lead from the printing shop and put it in Sophies tea. Suddenly I felt the sides of my mouth turn up ward to make that sinister little grin and I galloped to the printing shop quickly. Sophie was already back in the room looking for me.
But by the time she set down the tray of biscutts and tea I was back. My mind blanked out, was I seriously about to kill the mother of my child? With lead that claimed to be poisioning. But then I recalled why I was doing this. And how no body would ever know it was me. So I told Sophie that I would take the tea back into the kitchen because I was going to add a secret ingredenent. “Oui. Just not any achohol, think about the baby” Sophie said. “Oh, yes indeed” i replied. I found the lead that I got from the printing shop in my pocket. Retrieved the almanac used to crack the codes and threw it on top the wad of led untill it was powdery and unnoticable. Then I put it in Sophies cup. The cups were identical though so I had to think cleverly on how I would verify the poisioned cup.
Hmmm? AH. Yes one cup had a gold saucer beneath it the other was silver. So the poisioned cup was under the gold saucer. “Coming Honey” I yelled from the kitchen hezitating to go back into the dining room before actually knowing this is what I wanted to do. So I walked into the room nonchalantly and placed the tray on the table. Sophie did look beautiful seemed like she knew I was coming. Then she slowly lifted her cup of tea and a biscutt. I clutched the drapes on the seat impatiently. “Hurry, Hurry” I mummble. “Excuem-wah?” questioned Sophie. “Oh nothing” I said jokingly. My mind suddenly done with waiting sprang out of the chair ” HURRY GODDAMMIT”. “Creighton leave now, I will not stand for this non sense!”. Then I raised one hand toward Sophie as if to hit her. But a split second later Peter burst through the door and let out a warning shot. “Peter” cried Sophie. ” Its okay Sophie, now Creighton leave before things get ugly”. I raised an eyebrow as if to say “Let the games begin”. Its not that I wanted to die that day. I just had enough of this. Its not like I would be the only one dead. Surely Sophie would still drink the tea and be poisioned. And I was correct. Sophie saved the China and what a conquincidence she picked the golden saucer. But during all of the chaos I dought shed drink. But atleast I suceeded on putting the lead in her cup. Peter walked back into the house after telling Sophie to stay inside. He lifted the pistol and BAMM!! I looked down at the vibrant red that dyed my coat. I took a couple more breaths. And even though my muscles were slowly locking in place. I still made a sinister little smile. And I mummbled the word “Revenge”.
Before I start where the story left off here’s what I changed: Franklin is still alive, Washington was in the same cell where Harry Brown was and they both escaped,the attack on Pensacola was successful.
Creighton had just finished exiting his father’s room, when he bumped into General Washington.
-“Good evening general, do you need anything?”
-“As a matter of fact I do. I was searching for you to ask you if you could help me by being second in command.”
-“Me, are you sure?”
-“Of course my boy, why not?”
-“I’m sorry sir but I think I’ll decline your offer. I say it would be better if you put Arnold in command, not me. I’ve decided to keep working here with Franklin.”
-“Very well, I see. Don’t worry I’m sure you will be of great assistance to Franklin. I have to go and organize troops for further missions. Good-bye now.”
-“By sir, come any time.”
-” I’m sure that I will.”
And off Washington went to gather troops. Creighton decided it best for him to go to sleep and to wake early to help Sophie. The next morning, Creighton woke up at sunrise and found Sophie already working in the printing shop.
-“Hi Sophie, I thought I would come by to see if you needed help in anything.”
-“Why zank you, I think you could help me by looking to see if I made any mistakes in ze type.”
-“Sure, oh and by the way where’s Franklin?”
-” I zink he is still asleep in his chambers.”
A few hours passed by and both Sophie and Creighton worked until Sophie decided that they could relax until Franklin got up. Franklin woke up and came out into the kitchen in his sleeping wear. He then found Creighton and Sophie sitting together in the front of the house.
-“My my, what are you two up to?”
Both of them looked around and greeted Franklin. Then Franklin spoke again.
– “I know, you don’t want to discuss what you were doing here. Very well then I say we take a break today and go somewhere pleasant.”
All of them then went to have a picnic in the small fields near town. That day Creighton and Sophie started to fall for each other and ended married nine months later. They still ran the printing shop with Franklin and Harry Brown until they all got old and got retired.
It turns out that the Patriots won their independence and George Washington became the first president of the Union.