(Note: This RP is historical, but does not pretend to be historically accurate. Many liberties will be taken. View this as an alternate storyline.)<br/><br/>The tides of change had festered in calm waters for years before the first waves finally crashed ashore. The world was ripe for change, and a notion of destiny pervaded. Once happy to be part of one of the greatest empires of all time, American colonists had grown frustrated with what they perceived to be slights by the British. Massacres and parties filled the air with anger and angst. War was the inevitable outcome. Was this damned to be labeled an insurrection or a revolution?<br/><br/>By 1778 the war was in full swing. A massive undertaking had been achieved when the American colonists inked Treaty of Alliance with France. The sister to that treaty was the Treaty of Amity and Commerce. The American colonists were bolstered by French military and commerce support. And they would surely need it.<br/><br/>But even in Britain not everyone was sympathetic to the British cause. Some people supported the Americans in secrecy...<br/><br/>A sharp yelp of pain filled the air. A young man named Allister Carmichael was strapped to a wooden chair. Blood drizzled from a cut on his cheek. His face was unkempt with the whiskers of a beard making their appearance. His clothes were surprisingly clean. Allister was the son of British naval officer. Everyone knew who he was, but few knew what he had been doing. Of course the other gentlemen in the room had found out.<br/><br/>The captain of the ship-an English gentleman-stood in front of him with his fist pulled back ready to punch Allister again. His voice was cold as he said, "how long have you been throwing supplies out to sea? We know you've been throwing out war rations as we make our way towards the colonies. Your father told me you would be a good hand, but you're a turncoat. So answer the damn question. How long have you been throwing out materials?"<br/><br/>Allister managed a smug grin as he looked up at Captain Spinster. "Sir, with all due respect, I wouldn't simply throw materials out to sea. That would be quite a waste. No, I threw them overboard so they could be uncovered by the colonial merchants who support the revolution."<br/><br/>Allister was punched again and he grunted in pain. The two armed guards gazed at Allister with disgust plain across their faces. Of course they were also Scottish soldiers. But they weren't sympathetic at all. Allister knew they would kill him without question with the muskets they held so proudly. They were clearly new recruits who hadn't seen any action yet. They had baby faces, but the harsh reality of the situation in the Americas would soon be made apparent.<br/><br/>"So, you're a turncoat. You're a good for nothing piece of trash," Spinster growled. "Your father's reputation is on your head, boy. Your family is going to be ostracized for your idiocy, and-"<br/><br/>The ship suddenly rocked. Spinster managed to hold his ground but the foolish young guards collapsed in a pile of arms and legs.<br/><br/>The door suddenly burst open and a soaked soldier rushed in.<br/><br/>"Sir, we've got aggressors coming in from starboard! Didn't see them until it was too late due to the foggy conditions, sir!" The ship was rocked again. They must have been firing cannonballs.<br/><br/>"Get all the men to their stations. We need to act-"<br/><br/>"Of course, sir. But our cannons have been taken out already. They're about to board the ship."<br/><br/>A look of horror passed over Spinster's face but he raced out without even casting Allister a second glance. The soldiers rushed after him after managing to get to their feet. Allister smirked. The plan was working to perfection. The trail of goods he had left behind had served their purpose well. It would only be a matter of time before he was untied and loosed. The soldiers would be under equipped due to his activities. There was no way the American traders could lose this haul.<br/><br/>Allister would have gotten himself out but he was tied up well. The ship rocked again and water poured in through the open door soaking Allister. He shivered. The water was frigid. Were the American colonials sinking the ship? But they hadn't even gotten him off the ship yet! He cursed. Something had to have been lost in translation.Q