The stupid red coats were starting to annoy Dean, when they first started the sugar act. That just in itself almost made him get on a boat himself and go punch the cursed fart of a king right in his smug pompous face. He could even tolerate that stupid bugger or a proclamation that he put in place. The bloody red coats totally crashed down on his business empire. He couldn't even trade with the locals to get the items he desperately needed for his business. But he managed to get past that and now the family business is doing quite well, in the circumstances. But the one thing that pushed him over the edge was that the bloody british empire set there new internal tax levied directly on the American colonies, including Dean and his family. It …show more content…
Some names just to list a few that were at this gathering for the future were Sammy Adams a nice old statesman, as well as an old friend, that came buy Deans shop with his wild political views and his need for groceries that's been coming up with ideas for vanquishing the king's rule in the thirteen colonies. Also at this table of liberty was Jo Warren, a small town physician who is centrally inspiring for great things. Paul Revere who everyone called either Silver tips or Apollo because, one he has a amazing voice. One that can bring tears to a grown man's eyes just thinking about it. Also because he was the town's silversmith. There were men other men that sat around that table that night such as, Benedict Arnold, Benny Edes, Patrick Henry, John Lamb and so many …show more content…
A future without all the taxation without representation. A future for the children of the colonist and the children's, children.
This discussion lasted hours. Any one who was there can swear to the holy book that seasons changed outside, our timepieces made full rotations to the point that if someone was counting it would have been in the double digits. They were in there so long that Daniel Defoe finally came out with his new book.
“So Gentlemen, How we this fine evening?” Declared, (more like slurred) Paul who was about six shots ahead of everyone else.
“I'm brilliant my good sir and how may I say you are this fine dawn, or it's that the rum talking?” Dean replied sarcastically with a little bow at the end of his question.
“ A little bit of both” with a little smirk.
“Quit blabbering, the both of you we came here for a reason and i think we should get to it i do have a wife and kids at home you know.” The more mature of the lot, Sammy said with a roll of his eyes, but unbeknownst to him he wouldn't get home until the next morning. At the comment Dean stuck out his tongue at him in a childish manner when he looked