Hello, people who'll probably never read this! Yes, my self-esteem is really low for those who didn't notice. Anyway, I present the next chapter of Hamilton. I'm putting in one more sing into this thing 'cause it's too short for taste. Also, if any of you lovely people have read my story Poseidon's Daughter, I'm trying to find time to do write it, I swear. Also, I'll be changing a few things to fit how I feel it would make sense. Anywho, enjoy!
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Chapter Four: Farmer Refuted/You'll Be Back/Right Hand Man
Samuel Seabury, a man loyal to Britain, stood up on a crate in front of a crowd. The waited, eyebrows raised as he pulled out a scroll.
"Ehem." he cleared his throat. "Hear ye, hear ye. My name is Samuel Seabury, and I present Free Thoughts on the Proceedings of the Continental Congress." He cleared his throat. Alexander, Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette rolled their eyes. "Heed not the rebels who scream revolution. They have not your interests at heart."
"Oh my god tear this dud a part." Mulligan said loudly. Alexander and his friends laughed as Seabury glared at them before turning back to the scroll.
"Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution, don't let them lead astray." he continued trying to keep his cool. "This congress does not speak for me." Alexander started to walk towards Seabury obviously to retaliate. Burr immediately held him back.
"Let him be." he said. Alexander rolled his eyes but stepped back.
"They're playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy. For shame." Lafayette pulled Burr aside to distract him as Alexander ran forward. Seabury, seeing where this was going started his speech over again. At the same time Alexander started yelling over him. (A/N: I can't write two people' dialogue at the same time so I'm just gonna write Alexander's and fit in Seabury's when I can.)
"He'd have you all at the screams but the revolution is coming. The have nots are gonna win this." Alexander turned to Seabury. "It's hard to listen to you with a straight face." Seabury glared at him before stating again. "Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us and honestly you shouldn't even talk. And what a about Boston, look at the cost and all that we lost and you talk about congress?!"
"This Congress does not speak for me." Seabury continued, pulling the box in front of Alexander.
"My dog speaks more eloquently than thee." Alexander interrupted mockingly. Lafayette started making barking noises. Seabury gave them a hard glare.
"They're playing a dangerous game." he said only to have the young man interrupted him again.
"But strangely your mange is the same!" Alexander called out. The crowd laughed.
"I pray the king shows you his mercy." Seabury tried to say again.
"Is he in Jersey?" Alexander asked.
"For shame."
"For the revolution!"
"For shame!"
"FOR THE REVOLUTION!" The crowd yelled. Seabury sighed and tried to repeat.
"Heed-" he was cut off.
Alexander jumped up on Seabury's box. "If you repeat yourself, I'm gonna scream!" Alexander said, Seabury saying "scream" in time with him. "Honestly, look at me, please don't read. After it's not like I'm gonna let you."
"Not your interests-" Seabury tried to push Alexander of the crate. He failed.
"Don't montalatte the key then not debate with me." Alexander said. "Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?" Burr pulled him down from the crate.
"Alexander, please." he said.
"Burr, I'd divisive than in decisive, drop the niceties!" Alexander said. Suddenly, red coat messengers pushed him down.
"SILENCE! WE HAVE A MESSAGE FROM THE KING!" they yelled. Alexander rolled his eyes as he fell back into the crowd. One messenger pulled out a letter from his coat.
"My dearest subjects, you have asked for your freedom. I regret to say that, this I cannot give. I'd like to remind you that you belong to me. You'll be back time will tell, you'll remember that I served you well. Cause when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. You say our love is draining and you can't go on. You'll be the one complaining when I am you're my favorite subject. My sweet submissive subject. My loyal, royal subjects. Forever, and ever. And ever and ever and ever. You'll be back like before. I will fight the fight and win the war. For you love. For your praise. And I'll love you 'til my dying days. When you're gone, I'll go mad. So don't throw away this thing we had. Cause when push, comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family, to remind you of my love. Yours truly, King George III" he read. Alexander was a bit disturbed by the letter. Okay a lot. It sounded like a freaking break up letter. He nudged his friends and walked off with them.
Fast forward a few couple days. (A/N: I don't know when Right Hand Men is set.) Alexander had volunteered for the army along with Burr. He pulled on his uniform and joined the crowd of volunteers in the square.
"As a kid in the Caribbean, I wished for a war, I knew I was poor, I knew it was the only way to rise up. If they tell my story I'm either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or rise up!" I said. "I will fight for this land. But there's only one man who can give us a command so we can rise up. I understand it's the only way to rise up." People started cheering. Alexander bit his lip. "Here he comes." A man stepped up in front of the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he said, even though there weren't any woman in the crowd as far as Alexander was concerned. "The moment you' been waiting for! The pride of Mt. Vernon! George Washington." The crowd cheered loudly as the general stepped forward, a grim expression on his face.
"We are out gunned, out manned, out numbered, out planned! We gotta make an all out stand. I'm gonna need right hand man!" he said. Alexander's head snapped up. He saw an opportunity. He was not going to throw away his shot. "Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond? Let down my guard and the people how I feel a second? Now I'm the model of a modern major general. The venerated Virginian veteran whose men are all lining up to put me up on a pedestal. Writing letters to relatives embellishing my eloquence and elegance. But the elephant is in the room. The truth is in your face when you hear the British cannons go boom!" The men started looking at each other nervously. Alexander looked over at Burr who was listening attentively. Neither he nor Alexander were very frightened by it. They, after all, knew what they were getting into when they signed up. "Any hope of success is fleeting. How can I keep leading, when the people I'm leading keep retreating." Okay, Alexander thought. That's a bit harsh. The General kept going. The speech went on for an hour until they joined the other soldiers.
Alexander watched from afar as another cannon went off and destroyed a ship. The British took over the south. The troops ran to Harlem. He watched as the British battered down the battery. American soldiers started checking the damages. Alexander sighed. If only there was a way to rob the British of their cannons. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head.
A week later he and a group of men stole cannons from the British troops.
A man came up to Alexander a month later and tapped him on the shoulder.
"The General wants to see you." he said. Alexander nodded and headed for the General's tent. When he got there, Burr was there talking to Washington. Washington seemed to be bored. Alex walked in.
"Your excellency sir. You wanted to see me?" he said. Washington looked up and smiled.
"Ah, Hamilton, come in" he said. "Have you met Burr?" The two men nodded.
"Yes sir." Alexander said.
"We keep meeting." they both said at the same time. Burr turned back to Washington.
"As I was saying, sir." he said. "I look forward your strategy play out." Washington sighed.
"Burr." he said.
"Yes?"
"Close the door on your way out." Washington gestured to the entrance of the tent. Alexander watched Burr stalk out.
"Have I done something wrong, sir?" Alexander asked. Washington shook his head.
"On the contrary, I called you here because the odds are against us." he said. "Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh." Alexander rose an eyebrow in confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Washington chuckled.
"Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?" he asked. Alexander's eyes widened.
"Sir!" he said. Washington held up his hand.
"Don't get me wrong. You're a young man of great renown. I know British cannons when we were still downtown." he said. Alexander grinned proudly. "Nathaniel Green and Henry Nox wanted to hire you." The young man frowned.
"Yeah to be their secretary, I don't think so." he said, glaring at the wall. Washington stood and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Now, why are you upset?" he asked. Alexander looked up at the older man.
"I'm not?" he made it sound more like a question.
"It's alright you want to fight." Washington said kindly. "You've got a hunger. I was just like you when i was younger. Head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr?" Alexander nodded.
"Yes." he said. Washington smiled grimly.
"Ah, dying is easy, young man." he said. Alexander shrank. "Living is harder."
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked his General.
"I'm being honest, I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised." Washington said. "We are powder keg about to explode. I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?" He held out a quill to Alexander.
"Deal." Alexander said, taking it. Washington smiled.
"Son, we are out gunned, out manned." he said. Alexander picked up pieces of paper.
"You'll need all the help you can get. I have some friends: Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette. Okay what else?"
"Out numbered, out planned."
"We'll need some spies on the inside. Some King's men who might let some things slide. I'll write to Congress and tell 'em we need supplies. You rally the guys. Master the element of surprise." Alexander said. "I'll rise above my station. Organize your information, until we rise to the occasion of our new nation. Sir!" Washington lead him out. People rose to salute the General.
"HERE COMES THE GENERAL!" people yelled. Washington brought Alexander forward.
"And his right hand man!" he said.
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So, what did you think? R&R. My arm hurts a lot. Imma take a break. Hope you enjoyed. I'll see you next time!
-Erin