Alexander Hamilton, only 19, stood and watched the herald as he shouted his thoughts about the Continental Congress. His name was Samuel Seabury, a tall, blonde boy of 18 average build, with a sharp chin and a youthful look. Samuel introduced himself to the gathering crowed
"Here ye, here ye. My name is Samuel Seabury, and I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the Continental Congress. Heed not the rabble who scream revolution. They have not your interests at heart. Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. Do not let them lead you astray, this congress does not speak for me. They're are playing a dangerous game. I pray the King shows you his mercy, for shame, for shame."
At that moment Alex felt a hand grab his arm, it was Hercules Mulligun.
"Tear this guy up Alex". Alex blushed, could he publicly humiliate such a lovely boy? If he had any shot at joining the revolution this would be it, and he wasn't throwing away his shot. Still blushing, he walked towards the podium. Sam turned to stare into his eyes.