1766, Nine Years Before the Revolutionary War, February

"I wish you didn't have to go away to England," a boy , about nine years of age spoke. He had azure colour eyes and dirty blond hair and wore a heartbreaking expression. Tears cascaded down his face. His name was Alfred F. Jones.

"I wish I didn't have to go either. But ever since the new act has passed, people like my dad have been attacked, that's what he says," explained another boy, the same age of the other. He had lighter blond hair, and with emerald coloured eyes. He wore a softer expression, than Alfred, but it was still sad. His name was Arthur Kirkland.

"I could protect your family from those attacks!" Alfred suggested, his voice rising. "That would be nice," Arthur said, as his lips curled upward slightly in a sad smile. "Then tell your father, and you don't have to go!"

"I tried to get him to let us stay here, but he got cross at me. He said I have to go."

"Then can I come with you?" "Alfred, I don't think your father would want you to come with me," Arthur told him. The look that Alfred's father was giving Arthur was scaring him to death.

"Oi, Arthur, come on! The boat will be moving shortly!" someone shouted, most likely one of Arthur's brothers.

"Alfred, I really have to go. Please let go of my hand."

Alfred reluctantly let go. "I'm really going to miss you, Artie," he said and gave him a hug. Arthur hugged back. "I'll miss you too Alfred, a lot." He wiggled out of the tight embrace, and turned back and walked toward the boat.

Alfred sunk to the dirt, and sobbed as he watched his best friend go on a boat to somewhere in England, wondering why this was all happening.

"You finally made it, Dad was going to pull you out of there," Owen said to Arthur, once he was beside him on the boat. "You should have seen him, he was getting impatient," said Allistor, Arthur's other brother.

Arthur didn't answer. He just leaned on a rail to look at the sea, the land slowly getting farther and farther, until he couldn't see the slightest bit of land. He really was going back to rainy England.

I am really sorry for bad grammar, and for this being short. I don't think I rushed, despite me being against time as the next bell would ring.

I will update at random, and later on, I will probably have a steady date and time when I will update this book.