I saw all the smoke it disappeared into the gray sky, I told the others to stop the ship. As i got onto the small boat I wondered about how the smoke got on there the island looked deserted from where I was sitting in the ocean. I could visualize what it looked like on the island, burnt. As I stepped onto the beach I heard the ululation of young boys. I then saw one of them run and peek through the forest. he looked drowned out and was bloody and had bruises all over his body. He lifted his head from where he fell, there was bugs on his back maybe as if he was cowering. About ten other boys poked out of the forest two in the back were heaving a spear stuck in the ground, what were they doing with a spear?
"Who is the leader here?"
As one small British shy boy started to come forward, he then stepped back as if he was scared of me, but then the boy at my feet answered.
"I am sir."
They then told me that there was two killed boys that were on the island before. they all know better they were raised to be good boys. It was amazing to think why these little boys would do something like that, they didn't elaborate enough I needed to know about how it happened. I looked out unto the ocean My ship sat there floating, I looked closely at the cannons and guns on the ship, maybe the boys weren't the only ones.
1 comment:
I liked how you worded the story its almost like the real one but it's not. great use of words
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