Arthur-

I have been over here, in the colonies, for several months now. I stay mainly on our prison ship to watch over the prisoners. Normally, there are two of us who stand at the only entrance and exit of the cell hallway. It's horrible, what they do to these poor men. They barely feed them or ever give them water. The conditions of their cells are absolutely disgusting. The floor is covered with fecies and, at times, rats.

Every few days, I have to help carry out a prisoner that has died. Either from starvation, sickness, or just being too weak from the beatings they receive. I want to help them. Every fiber of my being knows that this is wrong. What we are doing is wrong.

Not all of them are being treated this way though. The officers are treated better. Only because they could be traded for our officers later on.

"H-help me. Please," I heard behind me.

I turned around to see a soldier crawling towards me on the floor of the cell.

"Shut up you traitor! Don't you dare talk!" Spat my fellow officer.

"Hey, you seem tired. You can go on break. I'll be fine here."

"Really?" He said with a questioning look, "Don't expect me to do the same for you," He said and walked out.

I had to make sure he was gone before I could do anything.

I pulled a cloth out of the pocket of my uniform. I turned around to the prisoner and handed it to him. He looked at me, shocked. His weak and shaking hand took the cloth from my hand and unwrapped its contents.

"I-is this j-jerky?"

"Shut up and eat. I'm sorry that this is all I can do for you," I whispered.

At first the prisoner didn't do anything. He just stared at the food in awe. He turned his back to me.

That was fine, I didn't need any thanks. I know that he must hate us for what we are doing. If I was in his position I would too.

We sat there in silence for a while before I heard something.

"Did you say something?" I asked the prisoner.

Again silence.

I sighed before I heard it again, "Thank you."

I turned in shock to look at the prisoner. I didn't say anything back. I saw my cloth sitting folded by my feet. I leaned down and picked it up before turning and leaning against the wall. I couldn't help but smile.

I heard the sound of foot steps and quickly puit the cloth in my pocket.

"I'm back."

"It's nice to see you too," I commented sarcastically.

He only glared at me, then decided to go around to check on all of the prisoners. I stared out of a port hole and watched the sun set. I knew there was going to be a full moon tonight.

-Time Skip-

After a few hours, our replacements finally showed up and we were off for the night.

"If anyone is looking for me I'll be at the bar." He grumbled as he walked off.

What's his name again? I can't remember. Oh, well. Hope no one decides to look for him. I walked off of the small boat that carried us from the main ship and surveyed the area.

We had 'taken over' a small town that had mainly loyalists. There were many civilians that of course weren't, but we were not going to fight them.

Walking down the beaten road to our campsite, I looked around to see if there was anything going on. After seeing that there wasn't, I decided to grab a horse and go for a ride.

I went to the tree line where we tide the horses up and grabbed a small work horse. Normally, it wouldn't be used to ride, but I was small enough that it wouldn't work him too badly.

I rode off out side of the town and followed a small trail through the woods that had been made by the local wildlife. The trail led to a small field. I liked coming here when it gets dark. You can see so many stars light up the sky.

He horse neighed from underneath me and tried pulling its head to the ground. 'So you want to graze huh?' I thought. I jumped off of the horse and rested the reins on its neck, allowing it to graze freely.

I started walking through the field heading towards my favorite tree. The tree is huge and one of its limbs hangs low to the ground in the perfect shape that a person can lay comfortably on it. But as I was walking closer, the smell of smoke filled my nose.

Crouching down to the ground I slowly started making my way towards the smoke, but it was too late.

"Stand up. Slowly," I heard behind me. Putting my hands on the ground, I slowly stood up and turned around behind me. The man standing there held a musket to my chest.

"What are you doing here redcoat?" The man asked.

I wasn't sure what to say. If I told him I was only out for a ride, he wouldn't believe me.

"W-well, I was only out for a ride. I-I like coming to this field," I stuttered.

Damn, I'm dead. He keeps glaring at me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But, what came next surprised me. He lowered his musket and sighed, "Follow me. Don't try to run."

"I won't," I said as we walked to his camp. "Sorry about this, but I'm going to have to tie your wrists," The stranger said.

'So he's not going to kill me huh?' I held my wrists out as he tied them together. He tied them pretty loosely. If I wanted to, I'm pretty sure I could get out of them.

"Are you hungry?" He asks as he sat down by the fire.

I stared at him shocked. When I didn't answer him he looked over to me with a questioning look, "What?"

"Your not going to kill me?"

"Why would I? You don't look like you want to kill me, so I have no need to kill you. You don't even have a weapon."

I sat down by the fire and started laughing while my captor looked confused.

"You're really different you know that?" I laughed.

He began to chuckle with me too, "I've been told."

"So what's your name?"

He lifted his head and looked at me, "Alfred Jones...And you?"

"Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you."