You were a young American woman who had been captured by the British.

Your hands were tied and you were in a cell outside with a few other male Americans. You look over at the field of the British military and see the Colonel, William Tavington, approaching the cell to see what his men had captured.

He stands in front of the cell and his eyes shift from the Americans and then to you. His eyes analyze you before he smirks.

Tavington: Well, well, well, what do we have here?