Jack, a poor resident of Boston, is asked by his boss Sir Charles to turn in Patrick Worth, a patriot spy, for a reward. That night, Jack decides to warn Patrick instead and helps him escape. They flee through back streets and jump over a wall into woods. Exhausted, Patrick tells Jack to meet him the next day, thanking him for saving his life before departing into the night.

1. The morning sun was beginning to rise along with its people as it crept its way
higher upon the Boston horizon. The sun’s light awoke Jack Green, a resident of one of
Boston harbor’s poorest neighborhoods. His small, one-room wooden hut could hardly
be called a home, but was all Jack could afford. Its thin walls provided little protection
from the bitter cold of the winter, yet was still better than sleeping on the colder yet
streets, which many around him are forced to do. He began getting ready for work, and
left through the wooden hall that served as a door for the hut.
As Jack walked along the dusty road that ran along the harbor docks, he recalled
how different things were just one year prior. That was before the British blockaded the
harbor, when ships and businesses flourished in the area. Now however, the shipping was
literally at a standstill. Ships were anchored for months, and the only shipping that came
in were flying the Union Jack en route to supply the British army stationed in Boston. He
passed several men and children, who once were living comfortably working as
deckhands or dockworkers, now reduced to beggars without a bite to eat. In fact, Jack
could consider himself lucky, he had a home and a job at the local tavern. The latter of
which was just around the corner from Jack, and was the only home some of it’s
costumers had.
Jack entered the dark brick building, which was vacant at this hour. He went to
work, cleaning the mugs that had been used the night before. He worked all day, as
people came and went, until late into the night. It was closing time, all the chairs were
perched on their respective tables, and the customers were stumbling out of the tavern’s
open doors. Four dark figures entered into the dim tavern through these doors. As they
approached, Jack recognized one man as Sir Charles Aldridge, an Englishman who

2. owned the tavern as well as most of the businesses and warehouses in the harbor area.
Along with him were several men, none of whom Jack knew or had seen before. Judging
by the looks of them, they had more brawn than brains. With a warm smile, Sir Charles
exclaimed: “Jacky, my boy, come - sit with me.” His friendly words contrasted with the
devious look in his dark eyes. However, Jack obliged, curious as to his intentions. Sir
Charles owned many businesses in the harbor area, yet he made frequent trips to England,
where he resided and spent the majority of his time. It was a rare occasion to see him in
person, especially in one of his less valuable assets such as the tavern.
Jack pulled two chairs against a sturdy oak table, battered from constant use. Sir
Charles and Jack sat facing each other, while Charles’ men stood in the shadow darkened
corners of the tavern, their faces concealed from Jack. “Now Jack,” said Charles leaning
towards his employee, “I have a favor to ask of you. You see, a traveler will be passing
through here tomorrow who is of great interest to me. His name is Patrick. Patrick
Worth.” Jack could hardly cover the surprise that crossed his mind. Patrick Worth was a
Patriot spy, a legend among the common people. His ability to blend into a crowd and
stay hidden makes him virtually untraceable in such a large city such as Boston.
Sir Charles obviously saw the surprise on Jack’s eyes and smiled slightly, and
continued his proposition. “I would very much like you to bring him to me, sometime
around midnight tomorrow. Take him to Central street dock, some associates of mine
will be expecting you. Expect good pay for your services, Jack. I would not disappoint
you.” A greedy grin spread across his face, and he released a few hollow chuckles. His
face became grim and seemed to darken in an instant. “But I must warn you, if you fail at
this task, the consequences will be-” his eyes narrowed and he seemed to stare right into

3. Jack “dire, to say the least.” He rolled his head backwards and let out a full bodied laugh,
while holding his large gut. The dark men in the corners also emitted a low chuckle.
Charles winked and said, “But I wouldn’t have to worry about that from you, Jack.” Jack
produced a thin smile, but was really preoccupied trying to decipher Sir Charles’ words.
While Jack was still thinking in an almost trance-like state, Sir Charles rose from
his wooden chair, smiled, and signaled for his men to accompany him out the door. Jack
sat in thought for an indeterminate amount of time, and finally awoke from his trance
when the lone candle on the tavern table burned out after the wick had been used up.
Jack stumbled through the darkness of the tavern trying to reach the door and head home.
He followed the same dusty roadway that he had taken to work, his only light was the
dim moonlight. Arriving at his humble shack, Jack laid down upon his straw mattress,
trying to digest what had been told to him in the tavern.
The next morning, everything seemed the same, yet Jack knew that tonight would
be everything but business as usual. Jack worked as he would normally, yet he his mind
was pre-occupied with thinking of when and what Patrick Worth would appear and look
like. His questions were finally answered when a man in a dark overcoat and tattered
brown hat approached Jack when he was behind the bar. The stranger told Jack, “I would
like to reserve a room here, just for tonight.” Jack knew instantly that this man was
Patrick, who looked nothing like he would have expected based on the stories he heard --
perhaps that was one reason for his elusiveness. Jack signed him in, gave him a key to
the room, and showed him to his room. Patrick paid in full, and told Jack that he would
be gone by morning.
The night seemed the be passing by like a ship upon the harbor. Nightfall took

4. Jack by surprise, and it seemed like the whole world was moving fast around Jack, yet he
remained still. Eventually, the tavern guests filtered slowly out, until it was empty, save
for the guests who would be spending the night. Jack waited in silence downstairs, until
he could hear the clock tower distantly strike to signal it was eleven o’clock. Jack
decided to walk as stealthily as he could up the wooden stairs of the tavern. He could
hear each of his footfalls breaking the still silence of the air. The closer he came to
Patrick’s room, the louder they seemed. He noticed that a light was still burning inside
the bedroom, and paused in front of it, frozen where he stood.
Jack debated mentally how he should go about his task. He had decided the
previous night that Sir Charles was obviously working for the British, and the handsome
price on Patrick’s head was all he was after. It was apparent to Jack that aiding the
British would gain him no friends in Boston, or New England for that matter. He decided
that he needed to tell Patrick the situation, and help him flee Boston.
Jack took another step, knocked on the solid wooden door and asked if he could
come in. He heard a frantic rustling of papers and a sliding of a chair. The brass
doorknob made a ticking sound as the tumblers of the lock fell and the door opened. The
door opened, and Patrick’s face appeared, his hair ruffled and eyes darkened from lack of
sleep. “What is it?” Patrick asked in a rough voice. “I need to speak to you about
something-- its very important” Jack replied hastily.
Reluctantly, Patrick opened the door, and let Jack in. The papers that Jack had
heard were stashed haphazardly in a leather bag on the floor. The fragrant smell of ink
was thick in the air, it was spilt on the table, when Jack had knocked on the door. Patrick
seemed worried, and when Jack explained the situation, he almost seemed as if he had

5. expected it. As Jack finished telling Patrick what had happened the night before, the
clock sounded - it was a quarter til midnight. Sir Charles’ men were already expecting
Jack soon, time was of the essence, they needed to act swiftly and stealthily.
“We need to go, grab your things, we can go out through the back of the tavern.”
As Jack said this, Patrick gathered his papers, ciphers, masked codes, and other
documents in his leather pouch. When he had finished, they departed the bedroom, and
descended down the stairs towards the back of the tavern. Small stone stairs led out into
a dark alley behind the tavern. The two men walked as silently as they could down the
alley, which winded behind several buildings until it filtered out onto the stone street.
Jack peered out, and his heart froze. Down the corner were several gruff looking men
near one of the docks along the harbor. Jack knew that they were Charles’ men, usually
the streets were empty due to the curfew that was in affect.
Luckily, the only light emanated from the torches that the men carried, and he
assumed that the light did not carry far enough for Jack and Patrick to be visible to the
men. They quickly slipped out of the alley and quietly sidled against the cold stone
buildings. When they reached an intersection they paused, and saw that the main gate
was visible from where they were. “We can head towards the gate and hope that Charles
doesn’t have men on the lookout for you.” whispered Jack. “That’s too dangerous, I
know a better way out, follow me.” replied Patrick, who seemed calm and collected next
to his worrying partner.
(I’m going to add more about the escape here, they see more of Charles’ men and such)
Patrick led the way down a winding side street, when the sound of the clock tower

6. stopped them in their tracks. It was midnight, by now Charles’ men knew that Jack had
disobeyed him and were most likely already on the prowl in the streets like wolves
stalking their prey. “We need to get out of here- fast” Jack uttered, fear evident in his
voice. “Follow behind me, do not hesitate.” Patrick bravely replied.
They dashed through narrow back streets that wound around the city, until they
finally reached a low brick wall. They jumped it, and landed in a thick wood. They
knew they were not out trouble yet, and continued onward deeper into the forest.
Eventually they reached a clearing, far enough that they could not be seen from the
outside of the woods.
Patrick sat on the cold earth, winded, and said “You should stay here tonight. In
the morning, meet me at the Weymouth inn, I will be waiting for you. There are men
there who can protect you and keep you safe from Charles.” Jack nodded, not capable of
articulating his thoughts to Patrick. After several minutes, Patrick stood up and told Jack
“I must go, these documents are vital, and I must deliver them as soon as possible. Thank
you for everything, Jack, I owe you my life.” With these final words, Patrick departed,
disappearing into the darkness of the woods. Jack quickly fell into a deep sleep, despite
the cold conditions outside.

7. stopped them in their tracks. It was midnight, by now Charles’ men knew that Jack had
disobeyed him and were most likely already on the prowl in the streets like wolves
stalking their prey. “We need to get out of here- fast” Jack uttered, fear evident in his
voice. “Follow behind me, do not hesitate.” Patrick bravely replied.
They dashed through narrow back streets that wound around the city, until they
finally reached a low brick wall. They jumped it, and landed in a thick wood. They
knew they were not out trouble yet, and continued onward deeper into the forest.
Eventually they reached a clearing, far enough that they could not be seen from the
outside of the woods.
Patrick sat on the cold earth, winded, and said “You should stay here tonight. In
the morning, meet me at the Weymouth inn, I will be waiting for you. There are men
there who can protect you and keep you safe from Charles.” Jack nodded, not capable of
articulating his thoughts to Patrick. After several minutes, Patrick stood up and told Jack
“I must go, these documents are vital, and I must deliver them as soon as possible. Thank
you for everything, Jack, I owe you my life.” With these final words, Patrick departed,
disappearing into the darkness of the woods. Jack quickly fell into a deep sleep, despite
the cold conditions outside.