Serena's POV

I was just enjoying my stroll when some canaglia (asshole) pushed me to the ground as he dashed by, causing me to quietly curse in Italian as I picked myself up. A second man ran past me, although more careful than the first, before I have the chance of going after thatfiglio d'un cane (son of a bitch) and give him a piece of my mind. The second man was somehow… different. He is taller than me by an inch or so, and his attire is molto curioso (very curious). The off-white is nicely accented by the dark, sapphire blue, and his sleeves emphasizes his muscular form. A bow and quiver of arrow were slung across his back; but I couldn't get a good glimpse of his face due to his hood being drawn up.

~~~III~~~

The hooded male then tackled the first man and hoisted him against a nearby wall, close enough for me to hear. "Be still. You will do no more harm." he warned with a voice as deep and rich as the forest, "Your a right fool, meddlin' in affairs you know nuttin' about." The second man retorted. "Washington's the only thing keeping the Continental Army together. You kill him - and you end all hope for freedom." The former continued, confusing me a bit. "Wrong, boy-o. Wit 'im gone, they'd have no choice but to promote Lee. And then-" the latter began to counter before being cut off with a soldier grabbing the two men, "You are both under arrest." "Ah well, we were just havin' a scrap, officer! Ain't nuttin' wrong with two men settlin' their differences the ol' fashi'n way. Can't we come to-" the second men try to reason as the soldier faced them to the second soldier that is with them, "Quiet!" The hooded male cut him off before asking what the charges are before a third soldier approached them with a bag the second man dropped. "Counterfeiting." He replied, "I had nothing to do with that!" the former protested. "'Course not." One of the soldiers replied with a hint of sarcasmo (sarcasm) in his voice, "Listen - there are more important things at stake here. This man is planning to-" the hooded male began to tell them something before the first soldier cut him off by rendering him unconscious.

~~~III~~~

From the sound of the hooded male's voice, I realized that he was trying to warn them about something only to be in a wrong place at a wrong time. As one of the three soldiers escort the first man to the Bridewell Prison, the other two focus on carrying the unconscious male after lowering his hood to reveal a dark, sun-kissed face with raven black hair that falls to just below his wide jawline. A thin, single braid embellished with beads on the bottom hangs from one side of his head, and the top section of his hair is tied back into a short ponytail. His face, and the beaded armbands, were enough for me to realize that he was a Kanien'kehá:ka native due to how my father's partner and his family were Kanien'kehá:ka until they died from the smallpox; the same sickness that have also claimed my mother when I was only 12. I hate it how everyone tend to be closed-minded towards people who are different. Knowing the guards, they will treat the Kanien'kehá:ka terribly compared to the other man. I have to get him out of there.


As I make my way towards the prison, I begin to wonder on how to get in there and help the Kanien'kehá:ka out. There are hardly any women who would go to Bridewell, unless they are either hookers or visiting. And I am certain that "visiting" would not even guarantee una via di fuga (an escape). That would leave with the only option left; disguising myself as a man and infiltrate the prison. As I snap myself out of my train of thought, I instantly noticed a man dressed as one of the Bridewell Prison guards going into an empty ally. Figuring that the guard is recently off-duty, I quickly made sure that no one was close enough to become a witness before following him into the back street and quietly took him out. After finding the courage to strip the man down to his undergarment, I was instantly grateful that the uniform is in the right size; big enough to hide my curves, but small enough to keep the uniform from falling. I left the alley and continue on my way to the prison after making sure that my long, brown hair is safely tucked inside the hat.

~~~III~~~

As the prison began to appear in sight, I couldn't help but feel nervous. If the hat just so happened to fall off; or someone looked too closely at my features, or listened to the pitch of my voice, I could get into some serious trouble. I could either get arrested, or that the guards would try and get their ways with me, or worse. "Va bene (It's okay), Serena," I mentally calmed myself down, "as long as you are confident, you will be able to pull it off." I just hope that the Kanien'kehá:ka would appreciate what I am about to go through. I can clearly see the two guards now, and they are approaching me. "Oi, wot business have ya 'ere, cully?" one of them asked, "Me?" I lowered my voice a bit, hoping to avoid any suspicion they might have on the way I sound. "No, the other cock robin." He sarcastically replied; if I wasn't being careful with the sound of my voice, I would have called him out for that kind of attitude, and that would lead to getting exposed. "I was hoping to fulfill my late brother's dying wish and take on a job here on HIS behalf. But with how I got treated by my fellow guards, I will be heading off and finding business elsewhere." I sternly told the guard off while keeping my voice in check. Okay, maybe I was stretching the truth a bit. I was about to turn around and "leave" when the second guard "stopped" me.

~~~III~~~

"You have to excuse Jackson." He told me before growing a bit suspicious, "You're not from around here. Are you? Your voice… it sounds different." I felt my blood run cold for a second before thinking of a recovery, "No, sir. My brother and I came here from Boston a few years ago. But that was before my brother went to battle, only for him to never return. If he was still alive, than he would have be right where I'm standing today." I may have stretched the truth a bit, but it looks like they're buying it. "Sorry to hear 'bout it. Wot's your name, boy-o?" Jackson asked, causing me to use my father's name. "Roberts. William Roberts." "Well, Roberts, we could use an extra pair of hands. But first, we need to confirm this with the warden." The second guard nodded before escorting me inside the prison towards the warden's office. At least I can be able to find the Kanien'kehá:ka now that I'm inside. Hopefully, the warden wouldn't see right through me…