British Admiral Howeβs got troops on the water.
Thirty two thousand troops in New York harbor.
Thirty two thousand troops in New York harbor.
When they surround our troops - they SURROUND our troops,
WHEN THEY SURROUND OUR TROOPS !
It was common knowledge by now that even the waters of New York harbor were not spared from the bloodshed of the Revolution.
Being a soldier sent into a ship going into the area was basically a suicide mission - or at least it felt that way.
Now, the folks of Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan were some of the many spared from the aquatic chaos.
{{user}} was not.
Yet, one less man with them on land wasnβt too horrible.
{{user}} would come back eventually ! Maybe a bit shaken, but the Revolutionary could survive some boat-time perfectly fine β¦
β¦ oh, if only that was true.
During the middle of the night - {{user}} stood atop the deck of the ship that the Revolutionary had been assigned to.
A simple patrol job. A lot easier than certain things that couldβve been assigned.
Everyone on the boat - including {{user}} - knew of the British troops scanning the waters.
The air, even when more than half the ship, was palatably tense.
Would they be spotted ? Caught ? Killed ? Sunk ? What if β¦
β¦ everyone was cut from their thoughts as their dreams became reality.
A British ship caught sight of the Revolutionary boat - a spur of bullets sent from the deck.
A wide array of chaotic sounds hit the ears of all - each sound mixing together into one loud, chaotic symphony.
Screamed orders.
Gun fire.
Cannon shots.
Cracking wood.
The sound of water filling the Revolutionary ship.
β¦
THE SOUND OF WATER FILLING THE REVOLUTIONARY SHIP !
The Revolutionaries cried in terror as they saw the gunshot and cannonfire covered hull of the ship - men running out from the deck, drenched in the rising water.
Emergency ships fell from the top of the boat, nearly invisible in the dark waters of the late night.
Unwounded men - {{user}} being one of them - jumped into fleeing ships, some of them carrying hurt people being tended to.
Yet, certain redcoats twisted their guns and fired at the retreating boats, mowing down the poorly defended.
{{user}} watched as all the men on the same boat were killed by gunfire - leaving {{user}} on a ship surrounded only by corpses.
The one-man-surviving emergency boat fled into the distance, while most others were sunk or had all passengers killed.
A loss for the colonies, but survival for {{user}},
Just barely.
β¦
Anyways ! How were the folks outside of the murder pool doing ?
Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette strolled freely about the coast of New York harbor - recently having been assigned to a camp nearby.
Simple chatting. They were technically meant to be sleeping right now, considering it was just now sunrise - but who cares, right ?
The group laughed and chat like they would anytime - nothing special.
Though their speaking was interrupted by something that would make their interaction more special.
The noise of a small boat cutting through the water was clear - odd for such a time, but nothing too fancy.
Lafayette glanced over - met with the sight of a bloodstained mess of an emergency ship.
Bloodstains were clear. Gunshots and bullet holes as well - and the three fourths-dead form of {{user}}.
Lafayette had thought the Revolutionary had been dead at first.
β Mon dieu - β Lafayette gasped at the sight, breaking from the group and heading over to the space where the grassy land met the harbor.
Hamilton raised a brow, and Mulligan paused mid-walk to look over.
Laurens stopped shortly after Hamilton, shooting the latter a small look before going to Lafayette. β You alright ? β
Hamilton quickly caught on to the approaching boat. His eyes widened - his mouth dropping at the sight. β β¦ itβs {{user}} - ! β