The year was 1768, and my name was Johnathon Richmond, I was just twelve at the time, with a dream of joining The Continental Navy.

"If you can't do your chores, how do you expect to make it in the Navy, Johnny?" My frustrated mother said as she executed the chore of dish washing.

"I'll get right on it ma'am!" I said anxiously while hysterically picking up after my younger brother, Michael.

My father was a Commodore in The Continental Navy, and expected me and my brother to enlist once of age, and I was of age now.

"Land, ho!" A drunk Able-Seaman said, sitting in the crow's nest of a Navy Frigate.

I could hear it from our large home not too far from the naval docks, where my father had bought out after his promotion to Commodore. I hastily finished my chores, and ran to the docks, to be looking up at the Sloop my father had been commanding.

"Salute, now!" One of the two ship's Boatswain said, everyman listened even the Midshipmen, and Lieutenants.

The Seamen dropped the ship's plank for the rest of the men to walk on, so they can go into the city, and find a meal besides the cook's. As my father walked down the plank, I saluted with a solid structure, as if I were as strong as my father, Commodore Richmond. He was a tall man, he had two Boatswain's Mate guards with him at all times, and they indicated he had high authority, and power.

"Johnathon, your father will be down soon, he's handling naval matters." A Lieutenant told me, and as he uttered his words as if he were of a Royal status.

The Commodore walked down the creaky, wooden board. "Hello, Johnathon, Ignore the Lieutenant Montgomery, I also have something important to tell you." My father said in a deeper voice than usual, as if he had just woke up.

"Yes, Sir?" I said in a crackly voice.

"Charles, Jackson, you're dismissed for now." The Commodore said robustly.

"Yes, Sir!" Charles and Jackson said in synchronization, as they ran off with their rifles in a ported position.

"You're enlisting right, son?" Commodore said,

"Yes, Sir." I said,

"Well, I'm commissioning you to Midshipman, so you're going to be in charge of most of the ship's men." Said Commodore,

"Thank you, Sir!" I said with my voice cracking with excitement.

"You will be on board 'The Old York' once we move out, ready up!" Commodore said.

"Understood, but I need the uniform matching my status." I said.

"It'll be sent to your ship quarter's, ask a Lieutenant or Master where your quarters are." Commodore said.

A few hours passed, and I jumped up from the bunk I had fell as sleep on when I went to explore my new quarters, then I realized that we were moving, and once I bent over in my bed and scratched my back, and with the lack of steadiness, I almost fell off the third bed of the huge bunk, but I was caught by a lose rope wrapped around the end of the bed.

I found myself in front of my new Midshipman's Mate, he was middle aged, bald, and had a striped shirt with a variety of blue and white stripes. It was clean, which meant that he was either recently promoted, or just an odd sailor who if which kept his clothes clean.

"Are ye alright, Sir?" Said the Sailor with great revelation.

"Um, yes, yes, sorry!" I said frantically, as he cut the rope that held inches from the wooden floor.

"I will be reporting to my father's side now." I said.

"Alrighty, then." I ran to my Father's quarters, and found myself stopped by a Post-Captain.

"Are you Richmond's boy?"

"Yes, Sir."