Hannah the Founding Mother

Chapter 6 Tea Act

Hannah appeared in the cargo bay of a ship, where the luggage was stored. Around her were some crates of something... it smelled like tea! On the box, it said "hay". What? They must be smugglers! The ship stopped, and she climbed up to the main deck. It was very easy to wander around on the ship and not be noticed, so when the ramp to get off the ship was lowered, Hannah carefully stepped onto solid earth once more. The ship was a shabby one - even though it had three poles that held sails, it looked rundown and ready to be retired. Lamplighters started to carefully raise their torches and light the wicks of the old lamps. She wandered around the docks and saw another ship.

"Hey, miss, give me a hand, will you? This is HEAVY!" Hannah looked around, and saw that she was the only one there - he meant her!

"Sure!" she replied. She stepped up on deck, and took hold of one end of the crate. Suddenly, a frenzy of whooping and yelling caught her ears. She dropped her end of the box. A group of men ran onto the ship and headed to the cargo bay. They were dressed as Native Americans - war paint, feathers, and raised axes all over the sea of people.

"No taxation without representation!" one man shouted. This statement was greeted with cheers from the others. Hannah ran up to one of the men.

"What are you DOING!?!" Hannah yelled.

"We're protesting the Tea Act in the crummy year of 1773! Britain has done nothing but tax the life and soul out of us, and we cannot participate in government actions!" With this, he ran off, whooping, and using the axe to take care of anyone that got in his way. He headed towards the cargo bay and took a crate of tea, he brought it up and threw it overboard along with many others. Suddenly, a group of redcoats came on deck and tried to stop them.

"FREEZE!" Everyone froze.

One person in the back yells, "Abandon ship!" Everyone panicked and tried to get off the ship. Some men went so far as to jump off the ship. Hannah decided to follow their example. She vaulted over the edge. Looking down, she saw a long drop. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. It never came. When she opened them again, it was very dark black... the portal.