Tomorrow there will be more of us! (Hamilton Fanfic)

1 The ship is in the harbour

March 7th 1981. I'm sprinting to the harbour to fetch the ship to New York. I want to fight in the army, because why not? I have lost everything in a storm, my family, my friends and my best friend, my brother Alexander. Why wouldn't i fight? One problem, i'm a girl. Buts thats alright, i already have a fake name and cut my hair so i look more like a men. 'Captain, can i go with this ship. I need to be in New York!' i what is scream to the captain of the ship. 'Come aboard men, you will scrub the floors!' is what he answers. I jump on and get asked what my name is. 'Samuel Hamilton' is what i answer. I needed to choose a fake name, but then i can better choose something thats close to my own name. I mean, Samuel and Samantha can both be shortened to Sam. 'You will sleep downstairs with the others. Where are your personal belongings?' 'I don't have any sir. Everything went gone with the water' 'Well good luck in New York with nothing. Your only chance is the military' 'Thats the plan sir.' 'Well good luck surviving Samuel. You can go now' and i wondred of. I went downstairs to where i shall be sleeping the next couple of days. The moment we left the harbour everybody got called upstairs. Some simple rules got explained en the tasks got divided. I was in charge of the cleaning with 3 others. 4 men for a ship with more than 50 man. Thats quite a lot of work, but i wont complain. At least i will arive in New York in around a month. At diner everyone sat at long tables and it was fighting for your food. If they thought they can get their hands on my food, oh boy they are in the wrong. This isn't the first time i need to defend myself or my stuff. The people in my area got quite pissed because they couldn't steal my food, so i guess i got some enemies now. What are they gonna do? Steal my personal stuff? Jokes on them, i don't have any. The only things i have are the necklace's of my mom and myself. The necklace of Alexander went missing whit him and my dad was of back to Scotland before i even met him. The only thing i got from him are my brother and my gingerhair. Alex is 4 years older and was around the same age as i am now when the hurricane came. So if i got it right he would be 24 now. After the diner we al got back to work and got to sleep. Every morning we got up at unhuman times to start with a breakfast and got to work. The days were basically eat, work, eat, work, eat, work, sleep and this in and endless cycle. You only had a rest if you finished your work, but for some reason i was extremely hated and never finished because every time i was done some one made a mess. Fortunately after a month at sea, we arived in New York harbour.