A/N: Hi hi! I don't know where I'm going with this, but I guess this is my little book of Hamilton One-shots. Also, I apologize for any historical inaccuracies, Google doesn't seem to know much about ships sadly. Anyway, enjoy!
"Hamilton!" Came the call from the bow of the ship. 16-year-old Alexander Hamilton ran to the said caller, wondering what complication had occurred. The ship he was on experienced some difficulties on the journey to the strange land called America, it wouldn't come as a surprise to find another problem.
But here's the pièce de résistance: Problem or not, Alex was mere miles away from New York harbor. Nothing could stop him, he had a whole future ahead of himself.
Besides, after his ex-boss Nicolas Cruger and a local minister pooled their money to send him, he couldn't let their generous "donation" of sorts go to waste. So there he stood, tall and defiant, looking at the island that had yet to hold Lady Liberty. "Hamilton!"
Alex finally walked over to the person near the figurehead. William Benson, the person calling for him was an older man with calloused hands and withering eyes. Bill was good company on the ship, but a bit too much of a listener for Alex's liking - but Alex talked a lot, so maybe he needed someone to listen. Nonetheless, the man's crooked finger pointed at something in the distance. The fog made Manhattan a difficult sight to see, but Alex squinted.
"Is that it, sir? Manhattan, I mean?" Bill nodded, taking Alex's hand in his. The hands held years of experience on the seas, Alex wondered what more secrets they held.
"The world will never be the same, lad. I assure you, a fortnight from now, everyone will know your name. Go on my boy, make your legacy." Alex looked into the old man's eyes. Watery blue, just like the mother that died much too soon. She never broke her promises, hopefully he didn't either. The boat rocked, and Alex regained his footing, glancing at the dock that broke through the fog.
"In New York," he whispered to himself, "I can be a new man." Alex finally jumped off the ship, a little recklessly. But he didn't have time to wait.
It was like old man Benson had said, he was going to change the world. And the world waited for no one, and certainly not bastards, orphan's, or son's on women who had no other choice. But this one, he was going to change the world. He bled, sweat and cried to stand there, and he stared at the harbor, wondering what was to come.
"The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him"