Anthony walks over to the harbor until he spotted what seemed to be a rally. There are some people getting pushed back by British soldiers. It looks like we have cut off entrance to this part of town. Anthony watches as a man punches a British soldier saying â€œGo back home you red coats!â€ The soldier recovers and does a swift motion stabbing him with his bayonet.<br/><br/>The guy had it coming to him, he shouldnâ€™t have instigated. Anthony looks at the wound while walking by passing the other soldiers. He looks fine as long as he seeks medical attention. In this town however I donâ€™t think they have the supplies to help him, so he will probably be dead by sunset.<br/><br/>Anthony reaches his destination at the pier. His commanding officer tells the troops â€œToday we heard a rebel force has been brewing. Our Intel says that we have found their gun storage, a barn over that ridge, the commander pointed northward up Chesapeake Bay. Our job is to find it and dispose of it. Do not fire on any movement until told to do so. If a person walks towards you give them fair warning but if they proceed forward, shoot them.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.forumimagecodes.com/images/uvmjpzzyp8400azdatlj.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>We pile into two long boats. Seemed like we had about 20-25 men, some I even recognized from the boat that I was just on that day. I was stationed on the starboard side to paddle. An hour passed by since we left Yorktown but finally hit shore. We got into formation and started marching on a narrow trail leading northwest. We marched for a while till we heard rustling in the bushes south of us. I believed we were being followed but our commander says itâ€™s just wild beasts. I wasnâ€™t going to fight him on it till I saw a flash of light, like the sunlight reflected off of something. Then a shot was made *Bshhhh*