(Second book) Tyranny:!Yandere! King George X Reader

^Chapter 16: Shipment^

Author's Perspective

Y/N had been in emotional conflict. She didn't hate George persé, but he killed Alexander, John, Lafayette, Hercules and countless more including Samuel who had been shipped off to be executed. So she pushed forward, gaining approval from the parliament.

Somewhere in the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean, a ship was slowly cruising through the night packed with countless prisoners, loyalist soldiers, and an untrained crew.

Between all the prisoners, was one person who was different. Then again, not that different than most of them. Innocent, angry, sad. The only difference was that he had a real connection with the king. Samuel Seabury, the now atheist man, was being shipped off on that ship to America where he'd be handed to the Americans so they could kill him.

Samuel was the only one who received this treatment. The rest of the prisoners were going to be enslaved. The last months on a damp and narrow cell hadn't done anything good for the prisoners. Most of them were seasick and puked all over. Some sat in their own puke for days and some sat in the puke of others.

The little light from the cracks of the rotten wood gave them a glimpse of what conditions others were in. That little light always seemed to get in the eyes of the men which made them sicker than they already were. It was really disgusting and inhumane to treat these men like this, but the kingdom didn't care, the ruler who shipped them off didn't care so no one cared.

Dry bread and water were regularly left in baskets and buckets when someone let them down via a trapped door on the deck. Rations were limited and sometimes moldy. The leftovers, if you may. Meanwhile, the loyalist had enough food and clean water to feed a huge army. 

All that was soon going to change.

The rough estimate of their arrival was a few days away when one of the crew members could see a vague figure appear in the mist. It was late and nobody seemed to be awake. But when the crew member could make out that the figure wasn't a rock, his eyes widened. He ran to the quarterdeck of the ship and pulled on a rope that was attached to a bell as hard as he could, waking up everyone. Everyone except the prisoners, they were already awake.

The rest of the crew and the loyalist came running from their sleeping chambers. The member who pulled the cord pointed in horror with a shaking finger at the figure which was becoming clearer and clearer. 

The majestic flag of Betsy Ross poked out of the mist making the crew go silent. Their heart dropped as they slowly snapped out of their trance. The yelling of the men grew louder once they knew they had to fight or else they would be killed. Men grabbed their weapons, others prepared to keep the boat going and some cowered down in fear and ran down to the chambers.

But they were no match for the bloodthirsty rebels who hadn't been sailing for as long as they had. Fresh, clean and full of energy the rebels howled, yelled, laughed, determination and spunk radiating off of them. When the two ships collided, the fight really began.

Some rebels already jumped ships before a wooden plank was put as a bridge between the two boats. Guns, swords, and cannons ready to attack. Though, the cannons served more as a bluff they never intended to use. They aimed to steal the ship. Not to destroy it and let it sink. 

They attacked in masses, coming in like a flood, washing the loyalists in their own blood. The massacre lasted less than 5 minutes. The loyalists just woke up, the rebels had been awake for hours, filled with adrenaline. 

The leader of the rebels looked around, not seeing anyone but blue coats standing. Scoffing, he put his sword in its holder. He tightened his ponytail and let his dark brown eyes travel around. "Throw the bodies overboard," He muttered under his breath as he put his arms behind his back and walked to the downstairs cabins. A group of rebels had already gone down and were cleaning up the bodies when the leader arrived. Another group had gone back to the old ship so they could sail onwards with this new ship they had.

"Sir," One of the rebels called and saluted the leader. "We found an area beneath this one filled with prisoners. We haven't killed any of them yet, what shall we do?" The rebel asked. The leader cocked his eyebrow. "I'll check on them," The leader said in his classic Scottish accent. He went down the narrow wooden stair until he ended up in a damp area. He opened the door, letting sunlight in for the first time in months. 

The leader checked the faces of the scared men. Reckoning that they wouldn't do any harm, he opened the door wider and stepped inside stepping into a puddle of puke. Not daring to move, he called: "If you want to fight for the American revolution come along or rot here for the last few days you've got," The Scot said.

Samuel was the first one to stand up without any hesitation. Covered in puke and paler than normal, he walked through the sitting and crouching men to meet the Scot face to face. They shared a mutual nod before other men stood up and followed Samuel. Some were too old, some were too afraid and stayed seated. 15 New recruits came up with the Scot where they were given a clean uniform after they were splashed with sea water making the stank go away partly. 

Once ready, they were briefed.

"I am John Paul Jones, your captain," The leader introduced himself. "I was sent on this mission by General Washington to invade the Brittish castle," He continued. Samuel raised his eyebrows but kept silent. "We have 2 main missions. Rescue every prisoner, including a very specific person called Y/N L/N," He sighed as if it inconvenienced him in any way. "I've got specific orders that if she gets hurt or killed, there will be major consequences," Jones warned. "AND," He almost yelled to get everyone's attention. Samuel already seemed more determined than before. Even more when he heard:

"Assassinate the ruler of Great Britain," 

Everyone fell silent but secretly cheered as they got more and more excited. "You shall go to the other ship and help everyone to the best of your ability," Jones said.

"Alexander," He called. Someone wiped their head around and ran to Jones. "Yes, Jones," Alexander sighed. Jones seemed indignant. "I told you to call me sir," He muttered. "Well, ya haven't got my respect, pirate," Alexander rolled his eyes. "Hamilton, get them to the other ship, will you?" Jones barked before flushing out of anger and storming off.

Samuel looked at Alexander as if he had seen a ghost. 

From all Y/N had told him, Alexander had been executed. "Okay, guys. To the ship we go-" Alexander started to command but stopped when he saw Samuel. Both of them were in awe.

One because he never expected to see the other on the boat.

The other because the other shouldn't be even breathing right now.