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Still 1773, The home of the Mulligan's
Alexander felt right at home with the Mulligan's.
They were a small enough family, immigrants, just like him. They were from Ireland and, were almost like their stereotype, loud and heavy drinkers.
Hugh Mulligan welcomed Alexander into the house, knowing the family that Alexander helped do trade with.
His stomach was full with all the food the household had shown him, and as he laid at the bottom of the bunk he shared with Hercules. He couldn't sleep, no matter how comfortable this mattress felt to him.
Thoughts raced through his head and as Hercules snored, he fretted relentless about his future.
A cold rush fell over him as he remembered the endless suffering that inspired him to leave the town...And the bad luck he couldn't seem to escape.
The bed creaked as he shifted and Alexander sighed.
He had seen things, and he had lost things that he didn't, didn't ever want to remember. And yet now, he was in a new place, but he couldn't ever believe that he would get away from that experience like he intended.
The stars twinkled and light filtered through the room, the night sky rapidly changing as the night became middle aged, then old and finally, a young baby, starting off as daylight.
He didn't realize it, but he had stayed up the whole night, lost in meaningless woes and dreams, and then he fell into darkness, sleep of some sort.
Nothing, however, brought Alexander back to consciousness better than shouting.
Hercules grunted, walking into the room. His blonde hair stuck up at edges, bed-head as Alexander had thought.
Alexander groaned and fell off the cot he was on, thanking god that he was on the bottom bunk.
"Finally, you're awake, eh?" he grumbled.
"Hnng?" he grunted, opening his eyes and looking at Hercules.
"Get up, mate," Hercules sighed and took a seat.
Alexander groggily, wiped at his eyes and clutched his side, sitting up. "I'm awake…" He was tired, and he blamed it on himself, but, he really didn't need Hercules to wake him up.
"Slept in till noon, mate, you sure you're alright?" he arched an eyebrow, placing his chin in his hands.
"It's noon?" he grunted and sat back up on his bed. "I stayed up late last night…"
"Doing what? You ought to be careful around these parts."
"Thinking…"
Hercules struck Alexander as a superstitious man, and those words seemed to mean something to Alexander, something important, and they almost made him shudder.
"Hmm," The older man replied. "Be careful around here, Alexander. This house isn't a big fan of the Brits, and their taxes, and a lot of our neighbors aren't."
Alexander snorted, he had read things, and so he knew that the British had been unfair to their colonies,taxing them unfairly. Still, the war climate was just starting to boil, people weren't too divided yet, but groups were forming.
"I've heard...Hugh told me in his letters," Alexander hummed, with a smirk. "I don't know if I'm quite entitled to having a political opinion on the British, so I'll withhold from saying anything, my dear friend."
Hercules sighed, and as if inviting himself to speak, gave himself the opportunity to rant. "Ever since that damn war, those stupids Brits have been taxing everything! Treating us like we're some Greek scum! But, we'll destroy these Persians…."
"You sure do like using Greece as an example, no?" He raise an eyebrow and threw his blanket off himself. "Care to take me out, I'd love to explore the city."
He was gaining a former confidence, and his sassy, somewhat flirty attitude was reforming bit by bit.
Hercules leaned back in his chair. "Sure...Perhaps we can visit the bakery, and then tonight, I'll take you out to the bar, yeah?"
Alexander nodded, his fear of the future had been buried deep within himself, only if for a moment, to enjoy the city of New York and begin a new adventure.
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