Alexander startles awake. He looks around for the reason for his waking, but sees nothing.
He notices a small, circular window that he hadn't seen before. It can be opened, but is only big enough to fit a piece of paper, not a person. From it, he can see New York Harbor.
He realizes he is on a British ship anchored slightly out of New York Harbor, but still visible from land.
He pulls out the pen and paper that he always keeps in his pocket, grateful that he is precautious.
He writes a letter to Lafayette, Hercules, and John. In it, he requests them to find him, mentioning that he is on a ship in New York Harbor. He wraps it in a small orange ribbon he has in his pocket, to catch attention.
He places the letter in a bottle he finds and opens the window. He throws it out just as the door clangs open.
He sighs, knowing what he is in for. He slumps against the wall, still unwilling to reveal secrets and ready for the beating he knows will follow.
He prays the rest of the Revolutionary Set will find him soon and closes his eyes.
X
John is getting worried. He hasn't seen Alexander in three days, much too long.
He raises this concern to Lafayette and Hercules, who are also quite distraught.
"Oui, oui, mon ami. Nous n'avons pas vu Alexandre dans trois jours."
[Yes, yes, my friend. We have not seen Alexander in three days.]
John asks General Washington about Alexander, and the General also does not know where Alexander is. He says Alexander was supposed to bring him information but has not yet done so.
John knows that if Alexander is missing, he must have been captured. He looks over the route Alexander was following, and sure enough, it is currently controlled by Redcoats.
That settles it. John asks Lafayette where the nearest British prisoner hold is.
Lafayette says that last he heard it was a ship in New York Harbor.
The Revolutionary Set ventures up to the Harbor. In it, they see, very close to the dock, a small bottle with a sheaf of paper in it. It is so small that it would go unnoticed if the paper were not wrapped with a small orange ribbon.
Hercules fishes it out of the water. He breaks the cork and unfurls the letter.
He reads,
Dear John, Lafayette, and Hercules,
I have been captured by the Redcoats. I am in the ship you can see from here that flies the British flag. Please help me, they are torturing me for information.
I sincerely hope you find this letter, otherwise my wishes are smashed.
If it is you, I wish you good luck.
Sincerely,
Alexander Hamilton
"Alexander is in the middle of the Harbor? We have to get him!" John exclaims.
"That ship, there." Lafayette points to a ship just outside the Harbor, slightly visible from their position.
"Come on, let's go get him." Hercules says, climbing into a small dingy anchored to the dock, and John and Lafayette follow.
X
Back in his room, Benedict mumbles to himself.
"I saved the regiment in one of the most important battles, and lost my leg for it too." He whines, stroking his wooden leg sadly.
"At least Peggy helped me see where the British could help. She's such a wonderful wife." He sighs.
"After becoming a general, they still couldn't pay my wages. Helping John Andre was not a crime, but I got out anyway."
"And I set off cannon fire near General Washington's home and camp as well, so he got what he deserved. I'm safe here now, and Peggy has managed to get me some connections." He smiles, recounting how he roused General Washington to cannon fire and then rode away, disorienting him.
Washington deserved more revenge. Maybe Benedict could put it through that Alexander.
X
George is concerned. He had been waiting for the correspondence from Alexander, but it had never come.
He knows it was unlike Alexander to make delay, but he also does not want to get unnecessarily upset. Issues occur all the time.
But when John, Alexander's closest friend, brings up the matter, George knows something is wrong. If anything, Alexander would write to John, if not to George.
George does not like it one bit. He paces up and down his room, hoping for any word about Alexander soon.
X
Eliza sighs, rubbing her stomach.
She misses Alexander dearly. She knows he had to go to war, but she wishes she could see him again now.
She has so much to tell him. The best news, in fact.
She had woken up two days ago by vomiting. Concerned, she had gone to the doctor.
The doctor had confirmed it. Eliza is pregnant!
She can't wait for Alexander to come home and help her welcome their new little boy or girl. She just wishes that event will not be impeded by the early death of Alexander.
Oh, she wishes she could see him again!
Tada! So many points-of-view, sorry. But I got into most of the stuff you guys wanted to see here. I hope you like it!
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-HamiltonAsparagus