Yo yo yo ma new story

This is set just after Christmas 1779 so early January

Y/n pov

I sit in the pub remembering the happenings of today

I sit in a British ship, the jail cells to be exact.

It's my own fault really I'd gotten cocky with the guy I was asked to kill he, was some spy the British had in the American Revolution , Benedict Arnold I think?

I was on the British ship I had the guy cornered in the crews cabin, I hadn't checked around me.

It was simple I was sacked over the head, pretended to pass out (they only hurt ya badly if they think your alive.

They threw me into a jail cell and took me gun, the cheek.

Course it was only a crap gun that I had nicked of the last boat anyways.

A good gun man well 'woman ' never reveals their best weapons until needed.

My best weapons being a long knife that I hid in my baggy pants and two short knifes tied around my ankles and 2 pistols hidden on the inside of my pants.

I was good with a pistol but best with a sword .

I was a good disguise man I had my breasts tied back so they couldn't tell that I was a women. If they did it could jeopardize my entire assassination, not that it mattered he'd drank the poison that I'd slipped into his cider. The fact that they caught me does nothing.

I chuckle pulling my cap over my face as I lay back on to the bars of my new 'home' until I'm charged with murder and piracy and killed, I wonder how? Maybe beheading, maybe by the rope, hell maybe they'll just chuck me over the side . That would be a dumb idea though I'm a decent swimmer.

Suddenly there's a loud CRASH and a huge ass cannon ball comes hurtling on smashing through the side of the boat narrowly missing my head , I smirk remembering that American ships would have set of dock around now.

I pick up my cap which had been knocked on to the floor from the flying debris and stick it back upon my head before looking down at the swilling water around 10 feet below me.

I dive holding my breath. I'm under water for a few seconds before popping my head back up luckily still wearing my hat, it's the last thing I have of my father before he was brutally a murdered on the commands of king George 3rd, guess the hitman Hamilton's do get a bit of recognition .

I remember crying and shouting as the English general pulled back his sword and plunged it into my father's stomache from behind , the British so cowardly they can't even look you in the eye as they kill you .

I remember my father's last words:

"Y/n if you ever find Alex and James, tell them I love them "

Then the sword was plunged into his stomache .

I was 14 and dressed as a 'proper lady's they thought I was just some little child with her dead beat father

Not once did they think I was a small murderous she demon .

Luck seemed to balance out the badness of that day as a band of pirates jumped upon the British ship killing most of the generals.

I watched that ship burn

The pirates took me with them the captain Kidd was kind for the 2 weeks I was aboard the ship he was grateful, though he originally thought of me as a 'precious' young lady who could probably be sold as a young mistress or a slave . Well he thought of me like that until on the 4th day I was there I managed to stop an assassination attempt on captain Kidds life

He looked at me with admiration until I left so I could get more jobs and carry on my father's name as the best hired gun around.

Today was also the 8th anniversary of his death another reason to drink

I wash upon the shore.

I breath out slightly out of breath.

I laugh "once again I've cheated death" I say out loud to no one in particular

"HALT who goes there?" I hear a British commanding voice say.

I look up with barely a care to see 5 fully dressed British red coats all with muskets and bayonets pointing at me

"Stand up with your hands above your head" the one directly in front of me commanded

"God you English really are commanding little shits aren't ya, I can see why the colonies are fighting against ya " I say ignoring his command

He aims the bayonet at my eye , I realize I'm not wearing my eye patch so my black pupil was showing .
That's why they didn't recognize me

I pull my eye patch out of my pocket and place it on my face

"How about now do ya recognize me ?" I ask with a mocking tone

"Y/n the... Most .. famous ...pirating hitman alive.. how though your meant to be on a ship to England.." the smallest one quivers

I watch the blood drain out of there faces, I was famous for killing the British and defending the Americans.

Most of them are visibly shaking except the one infront of me, he's trying to hold it together but he's miserably failing.

He's about to order another command when I cut him of

I smirk "you guys wanna see a trick " I pull my long sword out of my pants

I slit there necks one by one. I look each one in the eye before killing him

When I'm finished I look around the carnage that I'd caused

"And that's how ya get your uniform to go a proper red " I say to the now dead corpses.

I chuckle aimlessly until I hear a slow mocking clap coming from behind me .

I turn around to come face to face with another general.

I grip my sword ready to add on to the death count

"Calm down soldier " is all the general says

I smirk " can I help you general " I say mockingly

He smiles " soldier, I'm going to be blunt with you , I want you to join the revolutionary movement "

"You want me to join the army? Well sorry to disappoint you commander but 1. I'm a woman so that's not really looked well upon 2. If I was arrested I'd be done for murder and piracy 3. I'm a hitman. So I'm going to ask you do you still want me to join the army ?" I bow showing my lack of respect to him

Instead he smiles "I'm going to answer your questions in that order 1. We can easily hide the fact that your a woman 2. Only if your caught by a redcoat ,which from what I've just seen I doubt that would happen. 3 just means your a better shot . So to answer your question yes I do still want you to join."

He puts out his hand for me to shake

I look at him skeptically before asking "I'm not going in the army as a low rank "

He chews his lip before saying "fine how does adie-de-camp liutenant colonel to me sound"

I shake his hand with enthusiasm, I go by my saying 'dont plan the next day , plan the next couple minutes'

"I never caught your name general ?" I ask looking his uniform up and down to make sure that I've got the correct rank

"General George Washington " he says doing my mocking vow from before

"Lieutenant Colonel y/n Hamilton but I guess you'll have to call me m/n (male name)"

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He gives me more information on things

I get signed up and even buy some more clothing and order a couple bottles of rum to hide in the tent.

Cause apparently I'll be sharing with 4 others (can ya guess who ) doesent bother me .

Tonight I have to sleep in a hotel or somewhere as apparently there not ready for the new recruits .

I find a room just above a little pub , I didn't bother to see what it was called , I just stuck a bag of gold on the table and asked for a room and they gave me one.

I go down the stairs and order a pint of Sam Adams

To be honest it tastes like water and piss but guess that's what you get when the only good alcohol is rum .

And that leads up to were I am sat, In the bar drinking there's only a few others in the room.

M/n Hamilton has a nice ring to it .

There's one guy sat on his own in the corner and a group of 4 that keep looking over at me .

The light brown haired one with freckles starts rapping

Yo I'm John Laurens
In the place to be
2 pints of Sam Adams
But I'm working on 3
Those redcoats don't want it with me
Cuz I will chick-a-pop these cops till I'm free

Another one with dark brown curly hair in a ponytail he's by far the cutest carries the rap on

Oui oui , Mon Ami je m'appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say Bonsoir
Tell the king casse toi
Who's the best c'est moi

I laugh at that , did he really just tell the king to go away ?

The largest of the 4 who makes everyone else look tiny . He has short cropped hair with a blue grey bandanna wrapped around his head .

Brahhh brahhh
I am HERCULES MULLIGAN
Up in it love in it
Yes I heard ya mother say
"Come again "

The other 3 laugh and clink there glasses while saying

Ayyyy

He carries on

Lock up ya daughter's and horses
Cause it's hard to have intercourse over 4 sets of corsets

Did he just? Admit to fucking horses ?

The French one just goes

Wow

The light brown haired one who went by the name John Laurens

Carries on. but I've noticed the small one with dark greasy hair hasn't said anything yet .

No more sex
Pour me another brew son
Let's raise a couple more to the....

The other 3 shout

REVOLUTION

'John' turns around and notices the other person sat in the corner on his own

Well if it ain't the Prodigy of Princeton college

Hercules looks up and grins

Aaron burr

John takes over again

Give us a verse drop some knowledge

I recognize the name burr.

Burr just looks like he wants to hide into the wall and die . But instead he carries on the rap

Good luck with that
Your takin a stand
You spit
I'm a sit
We'll see where we land

All of the lads with the exception of John look up and go

Boooo

John carries on

Burr, the revolutions
Imminent
What do you stall for

I find my moment to let them now I'm there

If you stand for nothing
Burr what do you fall for ?

All 5 of the lads look shocked that I joined in . I take a sip of my beer and smirk to myself

"This tastes like piss" is all I say making the 4 of them burst out laughing as burr seems to have Eliot out when during the silence

"I fucking love this kid " is the only thing that's said and that was by hercules.

I growl and look him dead in the eye " the last person who called me a kid ended up with a sword through there gut "

I smile as I once again plunge the room into silence

"He told you Mon Amie " the French one laughs

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They invite me to come sit with them

I look at the dark greasy gremlin (yep I just called him that )

" I didnt catch your name? You didn't talk much during the rap?" I ask

"Alexander Hamilton, I don't catch your name either " he says laughing he puts his hand out for me to shake .

I feel my face drain of colour

Could it be ? Alex? My twin ? I guess he does look like me

I shake his hand before stuttering " m/n, m/n Hamilton"

"Oh shit " Lauren's says quietly

The other 2 stay quiet

Alex is just looking at me skeptically .

"Me and Herc are going to go grab some more de l'alcool " (alcohol)

"None for me it tastes like piss " I say necking the little bit left in mine

Hercules laughs " what can't you handle it?" He says smirking , unknowingly to him he's just challenged someone's who's been drinking since she was 10 years old . (On pirate ship you drank more rum them you drink water )

I chuck a 5 gold coins at him " 20 shots you and me , 10 each I'll pay ."

" Your on " Herc runs to the bar to order the 20 shots and laff follows just to buy the beer for everyone else

"I'm going for a piss then " John stands up and leaving me and Alex alone

Okay so I wanted to end this here as it's already other 2000+ words .

I know I should have ended it at the rapping and made it into a second chapter but its a bit late for that so I just carried it to this point .

Also this took me 3 days to write and I've had the idea for this for a while .

Hey has anyone got any zombie au Hamilton books or any pheaker books ? Please recommend them I've fallen in love with them

Also what's your most beloved ship?

This is goodbye from your amazing fabulous author syanara suckers

Astrid Star xoxoxo

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