A/N: Welcome back! Today we follow the kids as they meet Benjamin Franklin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Liberty's Kids!
The day was surprisingly beautiful. Fjord pulled his trunk into the room of the inn they had rented. Bahai was already fast asleep on the large bed and Marie was nodding off. Watching his friends, Fjord sighed and set his trunk in the corner. The rules were simple. Breakfast starts at seven and ends at ten, supper starts at twelve and ends at three, tea starts at four and ends at five, and dinner starts at five and ends at seven. Don't run in the hallways, don't bother other patrons, and most importantly, don't touch anything that isn't yours. That seemed to be an important role in Pennsylvania.
Fjord sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. He knew he would have to look for work to sustain them as they stayed in the city. He stretched before waking up Bahai to take him and Marie to go get some supper. They were lucky enough to have found a place to stay with all of the people flooding out of the ship. They would either need to get a ship going to New York, get a series of carriages headed to the city, or get a horse. Or several horses. All of those options were rather expensive and he knew Uncle Herc was expecting them. So he decided to go with the least expensive - the horses. He grabbed his friends before heading downstairs. After they got their supper, they headed outside and went off to find work.
Fjord glanced into the windows of various shops, looking to see if anyone was hiring. As an aspiring tailor, nobody was really looking for someone like him. The tailor in town was looking for someone with experience. The only experience he had was stitching on buttons.
Marie wasn't deterred by this. She may have been a lady but she didn't act like one. She certainly didn't dress like one. She was an amateur cobbler, but still, nobody wanted to hire a girl for work. Besides, she slept too much to be bothered.
Bahai didn't have many talents, but he was good at carving wood. Still, as a freed slave, he had to be incredibly careful even when he was with his friends. Most people didn't even think he was a person.
Finally, just before he gave up, Fjord found a flyer on the ground. "What's this?" he said to himself, picking it up. "The Pennsylvania Gazette?" Marie added, glancing over his shoulder. "Now hiring? When I looked in the window I saw plenty of workers," Bahai added with a shrug. "It is a small place." Fjord hummed before they headed off to the press. He couldn't believe that Benjamin Franklin was looking for workers. Maybe it was too good to be true.
Fjord pushed open the door to the building. "Hello?" he said, looking around. He stepped into the building. It was rather late, after all. He didn't expect anyone to be home. Sighing, he turned to leave, until he heard a voice call out. "Who's there?"A young boy who appeared to be about Bahai's age darted out from a room. "Henri, wait!" Another boy, older this time, ran out after him. "I'm sorry about him," the older boy said, scooping up the younger one. "My name is James Hiller. This here is Henri." "I'm Fjord Morgan. These are my friends, Bahai Jordan and Marie-" "-Walters," Marie interrupted, jabbing Fjord out of the way with her elbow. "I'm Marie Walters. We were supposed to be in New York City right now, but our ship wasn't cleared for entry. So we came here for employment.
James blinked and Fjord offered him the flyer he had found. "Oh! I've been looking for this," he said, taking it and looking over it. "Yeah, Doctor Franklin isn't actually hiring anyone-"
"Now I am." Fjord nearly jumped at the voice of Benjamin Franklin. "Doctor Franklin!" Marie said in surprise. The large man chuckled and bent over slightly to see them better. "If it's a job you need, I'm sure I can find something for the three of you to do. Now, come into my study and we can all get better acquainted."