I saw a story about the life of Alexander Hamilton and though I doubt the truthfulness, i fucking loved it. So erm this is inspired by it.
Warnings: Cursing and killing. War shit.
Ages: 20.
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Kenny's POV.

"Redcoats in sight!" Craig yells.

"Fuck," I say.

I put the last on the ground and then jump on the ship, grabbing Kyle by the hand to bring with me.

"Thanks, honey," he says.

I smile.

"SHOOT!"

The few shots shot hit a few people.

"Fuck," Stan hisses.

He gets down, holding his shoulder.

"Let me!" Craig says.

He starts looking at it.

"Man down! I repeat, man down!" Token yells.

"LEO!" I scream.

"Is this where I die then?" Leo asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"No! You don't! You'll get through this!" Kyle says.

Leo doesn't say anything but his eyes don't blink either.

"Ships been hit, sir!" Tweek yells.

"Get out!" Clyde screeches.

"What are we gonna do? Swim?" Craig asks.

"Stan won't be able to!" Tweek says.

"Then leave me," Stan says.

"No fucking way we're leaving you!" Kyle says.

"We don't have much time!
Lieutenant, we need a command and we need it now!" Tweek yells.

"I'll take Stan!" Kyle yells.

"No, I can. If I die protecting him, we're not losing a life," I say.

Kyle nods and kisses me.

"Luck," He says.

"OFF THE SHIP!" Craig screams.

All of us get off the ship and start swimming while I hold onto Stan and swim in the shortest direction possible. Most of them are going with slight circles but I honestly doubt I could carry Stan through that.

"I can swim," Stan says, taking himself off me.

We start swimming next to each other at the fastest speed I've ever seen him move.

"Camp isn't far away, let's go!" Stan says.

We go twice as fast. How he is managing with that shoulder is beyond me.

"Camp I'm sight," I say.

We start slowing down a little, getting out of the water. I pull Stan behind me.

"Thank Heavens!" Kevin yells.

"Stan's injured," I say.

Wendy runs to us.

"Go into the tent, I'll take care of you," She says.

Stan smiles and I walk him to the tent. Ones I get out, Kevin is waiting for me.

"Good to see you alive," he says.

I smile.

"You too," I say.

He sighs.

"Did you see the rest?" He asks.

Craig runs over.

"Commander, we lost the life of Leopold Scotch," he says.

"Any other deaths yet?" He asks.

"No but most of the men aren't back yet. I am and so it seems are Kenny and—Wait is Stan alive?!?" Craig asks.

"Alive and well, he could swim," I say.

"He really shouldn't have," Karen says.

"How so?" I ask.

"Stan made the bullet go deeper in than needed when fleeting," Karen says.

"Oh no. You don't mean—," I say.

"He is not dead, won't die, Wendy is next to him as his girlfriend it's her kinda responsibility," Karen says.

"Commander, Tweek and I are safe and sound," Token says.

"Now we're waiting on Kyle and Clyde," I say.

The man I'm in love with and the man I consider a brother.

"Commander, I'm safe and sound," Clyde says.

~Time skip.~

"Commander, I have to report a death," Clyde says.

"NO!" I scream.

"It's impossible it took him this long. The water is so cold he would have caught hypothermia by now," Craig says.

"Alright then. Raise a glass to a fallen warrior," Kevin says.

I sigh and take the drink.

"Take a shot for the second," Kevin says then.

We all take shots. I start crying.

"Who are you mourning?" Kyle's voice asks.

I look at him with the widest eyes I have had in a while.

"How didn't you die of hypothermia?" Craig asks, utterly shocked.

"I have a strong resistance I guess," Kyle says.

"No you don't. What the fuck happened?" Clyde asks.

"I erm," Kyle says.

He seems to think.

"I took the long route to keep them away from you all. But before I start this story, I will actually start with the fact I will catch hypothermia because I had to leave my shoes behind and I'm really fucking cold," Kyle says.

"Let's get you into the tent, you can tell all this there."

We get Kyle into the tent. Karen is the first responder, jumping to us.

"Clothes off, right now!! We can't risk one of the best aims catching something," Karen says.

"Tricia! Bring me—," Wendy says.

"On it! Sorry Kan!" Tricia says.

"I swear to God! In a tent full of women?" Kyle asks.

"I can turn," Karen says.

Kyle shrugs.

"Nic! Can you grab some clothes?" Karen asks.

"For who?"

"Kyle!"

"Oh I know his size!"

Kyle gets his clothes off and gets the new ones from Nichole, putting them on as quickly as humanly possible.

"Lay down," Karen says.

"Yes mom," Kyle jokes.

"I'm four years younger than you! I shouldn't be picking up your shit!" Karen says.

"That's my sister," I say.

Kyle smiles at me.

"I mean I'm never going to be your knight in shining armour—," he start.

"What are you even talking about? You are!" I say.

"Oh the gays are having a moment," Stan says.

"Shut up, Goofball," Kyle says.

"Right back at ya, gay boy," Stan says.

Kyle sighs.

"So to say it basically, I swam the longest route because I knew they would be like 'oh shit, that one is the easiest to catch' but what I didn't remember was that it was TWICE the distance of the shortest route. So if I get through that in three hours, which is very average for that distance, I would take six using this other route," he says.

"That's not average—," I say.

"That's really fucking fast, Ky," Stan says.

"We did it in four and we were fairly fast. Craig got lucky and the rest.... holy shit," I say.

Kyle smiles.

"What can I say? I have always moved quicker across water," he says.