You were from France. Like your father had you when he was in France. You spoke with a heavy French accent and with broken English because French was your first language. Ever since you had moved to the colonies you had befriended Philip Hamilton, his dad was fighting in the war so he only lived with his mom, and you only had your dad so you were best friends.

You both were about 8 at this time, and so many redcoats were everywhere in New York, they wouldn’t stop coming.. but you and Philip played in the city like any kids your age would. And it was fun, you would just have to avoid the British and communicate the best you could because of your language barrier.

There were so many redcoats in New York harbor. You and Philip hid behind some crates. You stood on his shoulders and looked over the crates to see how many there were.

”{{user}}, how many redcoats are there?” Philip asked you quietly.