It was a calm day at Paddy's Pub in the year 1773 in December. Dennis and Dee were working at the bar, Dennis reading a book and Dee just drinking some beer.

"Guys, guys, guys!" Said Mac, running into the bar with Charlie and Frank."We need to borrow your horses!"

"What? Why? What the hells wrong with your guy's horses?" Dennis asked them, confused.

"Frank killed our horses." Mac said, glaring at him.

"What? There was no food at me and Charlie's place so we had to eat something." Frank defended.

"Okay, but why the hell did you have to eat my horse?!" Mac said angrily.

"Wait, why the hell do you guys even need horses?" Dee asked them.

"Oh, we're going to Boston." Said Charlie."We're going there because we want to protest how the British put a tax on tea."

"Yeah, which is bullshit!" Said Mac.

"You guys don't even drink tea!" Dee said to them.

Dennis nodded in agreement."Yeah, all you guys ever do is drink beer."

"Well...you know, we still want to support what's going on." Mac said."Plus, they even put a tax on stamps."

Dennis sighed."Fine. Whatever. You can borrow our horses. Just make sure you don't eat them." He looked at Frank.

"Woah, woah, I didn't agree to them borrowing my horse!" Dee said but Mac, Charlie, and Frank were already leaving the bar.


They rode Dennis and Dee's horses all the way to Boston, Massachusetts. It was nighttime when they got there.

"Man, I'm getting pretty thirsty." Said Charlie.

"Yeah, me too. Let's go over to that bar." Mac pointed to the bar.

The three went in there and saw lots of people.

"Gentlemen of Boston," Said a man standing up once the three sat down to get some beer. Everybody in the bar looked at him."The hour has arrived."

People nodded and yelled in agreement.

"Yeah! Yeah! The hour has arrived!" Yelled Charlie, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Please, please. Gentlemen, you know me as Sam Adams. Neighbor and friend." Sam said.

"Sam Adams? That sounds like a beer or something." Said Mac when he heard the man's name.

"Hear me now. Parliament continues to treat us with ill will!"

The people in the bar booed.

"First, the sugar act raised our taxes. Did we have a say? The answer is nay!"

"Hey, that rhymed!" Charlie noted happily.

"Then, the horrid Stamp Act nearly drove us to ruin! And who can forget our brothers, who lost their lives, in the Boston massacre!"

The people yelled in agreement, remembering what had happened.

"And now, Governor Hutchinson insists on collecting parliaments tea tax! But did we have a vote?!"

NO!" The crowd yelled, including Mac, Charlie, and Frank.

"It's time for us to band together as sons of liberty!"

"Sons of liberty sounds so fucking cool!" Said Mac. Charlie and Frank nodded in agreement.

"It's time for us to become patriots!"

The crowd roared in agreement.

"Hey, guys," Charlie looked at Mac and Frank."Does it feel like everybody is just...repeating what they did?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Frank.

"That girl over there in the green dress put her hands to her face the exact same way twice." Charlie pointed.

"Huh. Yeah, and some of these guys are just raising their arms the same way twice too." Mac noticed."And the two behind them are just standing there."

"And patriots are men of action!" Sam said."Are you with me?"

The crowd nodded and then followed Sam Adams as he left the bar.

"Yeah! Anarchy!" Yelled Charlie as he and his friends followed them.

One man in the bar poured the ash out of his smoking pipe and put two lines of ash on his face to make him look like a Native American.


The Sons of Liberty rowed on rowboats to Dartmouth.

"Hey, Frank, you got your gun?" Mac asked him as they rowed to the Dartmouth.

Frank nodded."Yeah." He showed him his flintlock pistol."Why?"

"Just in case we run into any redcoats." Mac said.

"Relax, Mac." Frank told him."These ships are private property, not government property. I think we'll be fine."

The Sons of Liberty then climbed up the ship and looked like Native Americans.

"Let's fuck shit up!" Mac yelled loudly.

Everybody then started dropping boxes of tea down in the harbor.

"Just the tea, men!" Sam yelled as they dropped the boxes of tea into the water."Remember, we're not to damage anything else, we're just after the tea!"

"Oh...so, we can't start a fire?" Charlie asked Sam Adams.

"What? No!" Sam said to him.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...are you sure we can't start a fire on the ship?" Mac asked.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Sam said to them.

The three members of the Gang were disappointed but went back to throwing tea overboard.

Frank then noticed a door that led inside somewhere in the ship."Hey, let's see if there's anything good down here." Frank said to Charlie and Mac.

The two walked into the room, Frank leading them. They then saw two teenagers in there, one a blonde-haired boy, and the other a redheaded girl.

The redheaded girl gasped when she saw them. She looked at the blonde-haired boy.

"Friends of yours?" She said to him.

"Huh? I don't know them." The boy said.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, what are kids doing on this ship?" Said Mac.

"I am Sara Philips. I'm from Britain." The young girl introduced herself.

"She's British!" Frank exclaimed. He then pulled out his flintlock pistol and pointed it at her.

The girl screamed and fear when she saw the pistol.

"Frank!" Charlie stopped him, putting Frank's arm down."What the hell is wrong with you?! Your gonna shoot a little girl?!"

"What? She's British for god's sake! Plus, she's seen our faces now! We have to kill her!" Frank told him.

"Hold on," Said the blonde-haired boy."I know she's British...but you can't kill her!"

"Come on, Frank." Mac said to him."Let's ditch these jabronis and throw tea into the water."

Mac, Charlie, and Frank then left.

...

"What's a jabroni?" Sarah asked after a moment of silence.


The three went back to throwing tea overboard.

"Hey, Frank?" Charlie asked Frank after he threw a box into the water.

"Yeah?"

"Remember when you said that the British won't come here?" Charlie then pointed to some British soldiers running to the ship.

"Oh shit!" Frank yelled.

"Redcoats!" Yelled Sam Adams. Everybody saw the soldiers."Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" He yelled as the British got on the ship.

"Fuck, you guys!" Frank yelled, aiming his flintlock at one soldier.

Before the soldier could shoot Frank with his musket, Frank fired first, shooting him in the face, killing him.

Sarah Philips, who had been dragged to the top of the ship by James, screamed in horror when she saw this. James looked disgusted, seeing blood on the wooden floor of the ship.

"Holy shit!" Mac yelled, shocked."Dude! You just fucking killed a British soldier!"

...

"So?" Said Frank.

"Guys, we got to get the fuck out of here!" Said Charlie, wanting to leave.

The three ran away while Sarah was grabbed by a British soldier.


After James and Sarah got away from the soldier, James ran away when he was suddenly grabbed by Moses to hide behind some barrels.

"Shhh." Moses said to James.

James saw Sarah, Henri, and the three men he had seen on the boat.

"Wait, Moses, that guy killed a British soldier!" James pointed at the short man with glasses.

"Yeah, that was fucking cool!" Said Frank.

"Frank, they're gonna be looking for us." Mac told him.

"Hey, yeah, uh, can we stick with you guys for a while?" Charlie asked Moses.

Moses thought about it.

He didn't exactly trust these men, especially since one was a killer, but he saw that the short man could maybe protect them with his gun.

"Well...I suppose-"

"Thanks, man." Said Charlie."I'm Charlie. This is Mac and Frank." Charlie introduced them.

"My name is Moses. This is James, Henri, and Sarah."

"Okay, so what are going to do?" Asked Mac.

Suddenly, Sarah started yelling.

"Help!" She yelled.

"Shut her up or I'll do it!" Frank said, threatening to shoot Sarah.

James put his hand over her mouth."Are you crazy? Do you want the British to catch or that short guy to shoot you?" James said.

Sara pushed him away."I am British! We're all British!" She said.

"Right now, those soldiers think we're criminals." Said Moses.

"Criminals? But what did we do wrong?" Asked James.

"We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The wagon's over there. Let's go." Moses said as they all ran over to the wagon.


"What the hell's wrong with this wagon?" Mac asked as they were all in the back of the wagon, Moses controlling the horse. The wagon was kind of bumpy.

"Keep it down." Moses said quietly to him."The redcoats will recognize you but I'll baseless servant."

"Why the hell are we letting a slave drive?" Frank asked.

"Moses isn't a slave. He's a free man." James said to him.

"Whatever. I just wish we were still throwing tea into the water." Frank said.

"Even if you don't like the laws, you can't just ignore them. That will lead to chaos." Sarah said to them.

"But what if the laws are unjust?" James asked.

"Parliament would never pass an unjust law." Sarah said, crossing her arms.

"But they have." James said, pulling out some paper from his coat."I interviewed the men tonight. "The colonies must pay taxes to the king but have no voice of parliament"." Jame read."Does that sound fair to you?"

"Yeah, take that, biatch!" Mac said to Sarah smugly.

Sarah was now confused."I don't know what to think. I only know that Ben Franklin would hardly approve of what went on tonight."

"Then you don't know Ben Franklin." Said James.

"Quick!" Said Moses."Get down! The constable! Be still or it's jail for us all."

"Halt!" Said the constable.

Moses stopped the wagon as James, Sarah, Henri, and the three other men hid under the blanket."Good evening, constable. Fine night."

"Fine night for troublemakers." The constable said."State your business."

"I'm just bringing some freshly quartered hogs to the Wheatley residents." Moses told him.

"Hogs, say you? At this time of night?" The constable said."I think I'll have myself a look." He was about to check the wagon.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Moses said."These are some big ugly hogs. Nasty to look at. And do they ever smell."

The constable sniffed."Your right. They do stink. The Wheatley home is right around the corner. Hurry along now. The redcoats have Boston under curfew. Nobody's allowed on the streets after dark."

"Won't happen again. Much obliged, sir." Moses said before he left.

Moses drove the wagon to the place. He got off the wagon."This is the place. Come on."

They all got off the wagon.

"Moses, how do you know the Wheatleys? You've never been to Boston." Said James.

"I don't know the Wheatleys but all of my people know Phillis Wheatley." Moses said.

"How?" Asked Henri.

"From her poetry. She's the finest poet in the land. "Muse, where shall I begin the spacious view to tell what curses unbelief doth yield?" A woman who can write like that would never turn away someone who needs help."

"Why are we at the servants?" Asked Sarah.

The door then opened and they saw an African-American woman holding a candle."Yes?" She said.

"Miss Wheatley?" Moses asked.

"Yes."

"We're in trouble, Miss Wheatley." Moses said.

"And we are hungry." Said Henri.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too." Said Charlie.

Miss Wheatley checked to see if anyone was watching them."Did mister Adams send you?"

"Um, yes." Said James.

"There's a stable around back. The door squeaks so be careful. We can't wake the master."

"You're a slave?" Sarah said.

"When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped in West Africa and taken on a slave ship to Boston. The Wheatley's paid for me at the auction and took me home. Mrs. Wheatley helped me learn to read. Not just English but also Latin and Greek."

"Hey, that's great and all but can we go inside now?" Said Mac.

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at Miss Wheatley."Please, go on."

"Well, a few years ago, all of the reading gave me an urge to start writing poetry. And soon thereafter, my first book was published. And it's gotten a rather good response in England, though very few copies have been sold in the colonies."

"That's not surprising." Said Sarah."Maybe you should've put pictures in it."

"If there were pictures in it, I think I would actually read it." Said Charlie.

"The Wheatley's have helped me greatly. They even sent me to London."

"But I don't understand. You're still a slave." Said Sarah.

"My situation is very different than most. The Wheatley's and I belong to the old south church. It is our home there through meeting Africans, white people will realize how wrong slavery is."

Frank scoffed."Yeah, right."

"I'd love to read your book." Sarah said, interested.

"I'm afraid you'll not be reading it now, Miss Philips." Said Moses."We best get undercover before someone sees us."

"Go. I'll bring some vittles." Said Miss Wheatley.


They all went to the stable to rest while Moses checked the wagon.

"We'll never make it back to Philadelphia on this axle. It has to be replaced." He said.

"Good. I'd like to stick around Boston. This is where the action is." Said James.

"Me too." Said Henri as he ate."If Miss Wheatley can write half as good as she cooks, she must be another Shakespeare." He joked. James laughed a little.

Henri tried to grab another piece of food. James stopped him."Hey!" He said.

"How can a woman like Phillis Wheatley be somebody's property?" Said Sarah."It's outrageous! Am I the only one who sees this? Those men tonight throwing tea into the water, all that talk of freedom. What about freedom for Miss Wheatley?"

"...What about her?" Said Charlie.

"Not everyone in the colonies believes in slavery, Sarah." James told her.

"Talk is easy." She said.

"And freedom is priceless." Said Moses."I know. I was born free in West Africa. But when I was not much bigger than little Henri here, my brother and I were captured and chained to the decks of a ship, an awful ship, for the long voyage to Virginia, slavery." He remembered.

"That's terrible, Moses." Said Sarah."How did you escape?"

"I escaped by using my head and hands. I learned smithing, a valuable skill. My master loaned me out for odd jobs here and there and sometimes, I was given silver coins for my work. When I earned enough coins, I bought my freedom back. Traveled to Philidelphia. There, I learned to read and write and was offered a job by Doctor Franklin, a man who hates slavery as much as I."

"But Moses, how can you support those rebels?" Sarah asked."In England, Slavery is dying. Here, It's thriving."

"I believe America's struggle is like my own. The colonist consider themselves slaves to a master they did not choose. And that's a fight. If it comes to fighting, I will not duck."

Sarah gasped at how Moses would fight.

"I'll fight you for that drumstick." Said Henri to James. He took the drumstick from the plate.

"Hey!" He said, trying to grab it.

Henri then ate it. They laughed.

"It's very late." Said Moses."We should get some sleep."

"Good night, all." He said to them before blowing out the candle.

Everybody, including Frank, Charlie, and Mac, then laid down on the straw and went to sleep.