Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long. I have been quite occupied recently. However, I did start writing a new story for you all to read! I was given the suggestion to write more fanfictions based off of the book "Alexander Hamilton" by Ron Chernow. (Since, I am reading it right now). This is mostly historically accurate, according to the book anyway. This story will be told in 2 parts, since i'm quite busy. Part 2 isn't done yet, but hopefully soon. The pages that this fanfiction are "98 and 99, Chapter 5, The Little Lion". Small note: This is my 10th story! Yay! Enough rambling! Here is Part 1 of Schuylkill River!
Schuylkill River:
The men ran from the exploding barn as the bang sent pieces of splitters and wood flying everywhere. Clouds of smoke engulfed the surrounding land, smothering it in a dark grey. He could taste the bitter tang of gunpowder on his tongue. Chest heaving for clean air as he followed his captain, Captain Henry Lee, down the hill towards the shore. They hurried down to the calm lapping water, muskets in hand ready to fire. The sound of British voices yelling to get the guns in the background. Alexander was shoved onto the wet boat. The three other comrades on top of him, from the panic as they fled for their lives. He could hear his captain climb onto one of the horses that stood waiting beside the boat. A few of the other men climbed onto their own, galloping away for dear life.
Alexander scrambled up, still blinded by the grey smoke. Blinking over and over as his vision cleared, he could see he was facing the blown up wreckage of the barn which once held the flour that would have gotten into the hands of the British. He could also see his Captain gallop off on his horses with the rest of the men. His eyes widened when he saw small black metallic dots pointed at the boat. His heart, already racing, had begun to speed up. Panic filling his lungs.
"They're going to fire!" he screamed. Feeling his vocal chords begin to crack when he yelled. The sound of gunshots began to go off simultaneously after he had yelled. The three men beside him began to row faster and faster. Trying to avoid any bullet that might puncture them or the boat. Alexander grabbed his musket and fired back. His finger coiled around the smooth metal trigger. He closed one eye and focused with the other. Spotting a British soldier in the grey smoke. He aimed and pulled the trigger back. With a click, the golden bullet flew through their air. The distant British figure disappears in an instant.
More bullets fired back at the boat. Alexander ducked, avoiding the deadly bullet. Even though he managed to miss them, one of the men rowing the boat caught the bullet. He heard the agonising scream come from the man. Scarlett's blood trickled down the man's left arm. Alexander winced, he knew far too well what it felt like to have a freshly fired bullet be embedded in the skin.
He aimed his musket again, firing away at the red and gold forces that stood on the shore. The boat swayed and turned unexpectedly as he was about to fire.
"We're caught in the strong current that lies in the middle!" cried one of them. Alexander lowered his gun, quickly flicking the safety lock on.
The current pulled the boat across the river uncontrollably. With the recent rains, increasing the already strong current. The British troops continued to fire at them from afar. Alexander wasn't sure what to do! Suddenly a bullet went flying past his face. He whipped his face around to see that it had hit another one of his men. This time the brave soldier who had just been hit was not so lucky. The lifeless body came crashing down to the bottom of the boat. He felt his hands shake in shock. The others' faces were drained of colour. Leaving only pale, shocked faces. They were all knocked out of the shocked transe quickly, when the boat swayed, knocking them all over. Alexander knew that the current was far too strong for them to row across, but swimming would work. In a split second he ordered everyone to abandon the boat.
"Everyone, swim to the shore!"
The three men plunged into the icy river, leaving the body on the boat. He felt the water soak through the blue American uniform. His coat sagging in the water as he swam across the water. The others follow close behind. The water swallowed the guns up as they swam. They all continued to swim, kicking their feet in the water to try to get to shore as soon as possible. Water splashing behind their feet as they swam. Alexander's mouth gaped for air as he surfaced for a few seconds, just to be dragged back down by the current again. After a few more minutes of exhausting swimming, he could feel small pebbles roll under his soaked feet. He pushed through the murky water feeling more pebbles roll under the soles of his shoes.
With the last ounces of energy he had left he waded through the water. Two other energy drained men followed behind him, dripping with the icy river water. They all collapsed onto the edge of the shore, safe from the relentless British troops that swarmed the other side of the wide river. His chest rose and fell, as fresh air filled his lungs. A million thoughts raced through his head as he lay there on the muddy shore. He needed to tell John Hancock to urge an immediate evacuation of the continental congress, so that the Philadelphian citizens would have a chance to flee. Now that the flour barn had been destroyed, the British would be moving towards Philadelphia for supplies. He slowly got up, knowing that the information would be vital and needed to be told.
Alright here it is! I hope you enjoyed! Please like, follow and share if you want more from me! Really makes my day! I will be releasing stories less frequently because I'm busy and I am currently lacking motivation. Sorry!
~CreamPeach56