The Marine...

"Two years...two long years I hunted for that captain..." I said while still looking out the window as we passed the great desert, and even got to saw some buffalo's...anyways...  "We searched all throughout the 13 Colonies and no luck. Until finally in 1778...we found him. He was preparing to move out in a small convoy to resupply the main British army near Yorktown. We knew that this was my chance to finally get payback. With the help from some local Indians we set up our positions along the road and waited... "So why is this captain of yours so important to you?" Asked one of the Indians sitting next to me. "Personal revenge, he killed me parents." "I was like you once, a rival tribe of ours attacked us and killed my father and took my mother, I never saw her again..." "So what did you do?" I asked "I waited, and waited, until finally we were strong enough to attack them. I found the monster that killed my father and took my mother, but I did not kill him." "Why?" "Because, if I had killed him, I would become the monster that he was." "I still don't understand, he killed your father and took your mother, you had very good reasons to kill him" "But he had wife, and he had a son..." "QUIET! Here they come!" Said one of our scouts.

"Are your lads ready?" I asked the Indian "Yes" "Good...remember, the captain is mine." I said as I got to my position with my fellow army colts "Wait, take this." The Indian tossed me a tomahawk, but, this one was strange...it had a strange emblem on the side of it. An Eagle, an anchor, and the world. "What does this emblem mean?"

I asked the Indian "That is for you to find out my friend, good luck." "You too, remember don't attack until I say when." After we waited for about 5 mins. the British showed up "There they are..." I thought to myself "Were is that son of a bitch anyways?" after about two regiments of British soldiers showed up, I saw him "And there you are..." I took dead aim with my rifle, took a deep breath...and said "FIRE!" Soon enough the two British regiments dropped to the ground like flies "RETREAT!" Screamed the captain as two more regiments of British soldiers showed up. "Don't let him get away!" Somepony yelled. I again took dead aim and fired. "AAAAAAAAHHH!" Screamed the captain who I shot in the leg. "Leave him! He's mine...go after the rest of his men, take prisoners if you can!" I walked over to him and turned him over, and I saw that he was hit in the leg really bad and blood was coming out fast. "Please...help me...I have a son...PLEEAAASSSE!!!" He said as he was crying. At that moment, I began to realize what that Indian men't "Get this poor bastard some water and help as best as you can...MOVE!" "But sir, here's your chance to finish him! He's wounded and helpless, it will be like shooting a fish in a barrel!" "I don't care! Help him now!" "Y-...yes sir..." and they took him away. "Why didn't you kill him?" "He has a wife, and a son..."

The Indian smiled at me a walked away "Wait! Your tomahawk!" I yelled at him "Keep it, its a gift" "Thank you." "Oh, and one last thing! We have given you an Indian name!" "What is it?" I asked so strangely. "Marine" And just like that he was gone, then, I looked down and saw an amazing site...My cutie mark! And what was my cutie mark? My cutie mark was the same thing as the emblem on the tomahawk: An eagle, an anchor, and the earth.