Becoming A Founding "Father"- Historical Hamilton

Chapter Fourteen: Trenton

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It did end well. During the absolute chaos on the Hessian side, we managed to completely overpower and surround their base. They tried firing at the army, but our artillery quickly retaliated with our two cannons, causing complete chaos on the Hessian side.

Surprisingly, not much blood was spilt on either side- we captured the Hessians with only two casualties on our side and twenty-two on theirs. Thank God for that. I'm happy that it wasn't some massacre- I think that would be one of the only few things I couldn't deal with.

I passed a few Hessians that were tied together. They were shouting at each other in Hessian(?), but took the time to glare at me as I passed. I stared at them, feeling a twinge of guilt. We did kind of ruin Christmas for them, after all. I quickly stopped myself, though- They were only here because they were getting paid, and we didn't kill them, after all.

The winds blows relentlessly, making me pull my scarf over my nose. I was used to winters with ice and snow, but it was never like this. There was never a chance of getting frostbite or hypothermia and dying. And the scariest thing was that people have died because of exposure during our journey. Two good soldiers died because they weren't properly dressed.

I suddenly see Alexander- he's in the company of three men, and one of them quickly caught my attention. He was a giant, towering over Alexander and everyone else around him. He wore an unreadable expression on his face, speaking calmly to the man on his left. Despite his calm nature, he seemed to carry an aura of authority.

Hamilton was smiling, his cheeks red- probably from the cold, as he excitedly said something that made the tall man nod. I look at him again, he wore a long cloak, covering his broad figure, and, when he raised his arm, I caught a glimpse of blue.

Suddenly, blue- almost white- eyes met mine, and my breath hitched. His mouth continued moving, as the man on his side nodded, but his eyes stayed on me. The look of complete neutrality made me feel slightly uneasy, but it also sparked some kind of recognition.

Have I seen him before..?

I keep looking at him, and he looks back, as someone else talks to him. I squint slightly, as if asking a question. Dude, someone is talking to you, why are you staring at me?

His glare sharpens, and his jaw twitches. Why are YOU staring at me? Mind your own business, dumb fuck.

Offended at my own inner dialogue, I smile at the man politely (just in case he gets offended and tries to duel me), then rip my gaze away from the to run off and find Vaughan, who is probably drunk out of his mind. The last thing he told me was "There's rum!" and ran off with his other buddies. 

I found him splayed out by some other drunk men, laughing at something another red-faced man said. I shake my head fondly at his antics, and walk behind him. "You do realize that we'll be crossing the Delaware again today?"

Vaughan let out a high-pitched shout, jumping in surprise. All the other men laugh, and Vaughan stumbles, then grins widely when he sees me. "Ah, gentlemen! I don't believe I have introduced you to Solomon Layden, my colleague under Hamilton!"

"Ah, so he's the lad?" An older man with a loud accent and wide smile says. His face was red from the alcohol, as he spat all around himself, making me slightly uncomfortable. "We've all 'eard many stories of ye, boy!"

I furrow my brows. "I didn't do anything impressive, who the hell's telling stories of me?"

The man laughs, and many follow his lead, and Vaughan raises his hand with another loud laugh, and said "Guilty as charged".