My men and I were traveling across the ocean to fight the war with the U.S. Suddenly, we passed by an island. This was a special island. It was on fire.
"Fire"
That could mean only one thing. There were humans on the island.
We pulled into the island. One boy came running out of the trees like a mad-man. His ululation startled me. He was bruised, cut, and bleeding everywhere. He looked to be about 12 years old. He had long black, uncombed hair. His eyes were frightened and exhausted.
"Hullo"
"Hullo"
"Are there any grownups?"
"No. Just us"
"Havin' a war or something huh?"
"Yeah."
"Any dead?"
"Just two."
"I must say I'm quite disappointed. You guys are British, aren't you?"
"It wasn't that way before."
"Who's cheif."
"Me." The boy screamed loudly.
As the boy elaborated, many other boys emerged, most of them younger. They had the same tired expressions on their faces. They heaved their spears with them. It was amazing.
As I look back, I find it quite hard to visualize this spectacle.
I felt coweraly as I stepped back in alarm. The boys looked horrific.
I returned the boys back. I shaked the hands of some of the unfortunate mothers and fathers who had their children die.
I still ride overseas, and have never experienced anything like this.
"Fire"
That could mean only one thing. There were humans on the island.
We pulled into the island. One boy came running out of the trees like a mad-man. His ululation startled me. He was bruised, cut, and bleeding everywhere. He looked to be about 12 years old. He had long black, uncombed hair. His eyes were frightened and exhausted.
"Hullo"
"Hullo"
"Are there any grownups?"
"No. Just us"
"Havin' a war or something huh?"
"Yeah."
"Any dead?"
"Just two."
"I must say I'm quite disappointed. You guys are British, aren't you?"
"It wasn't that way before."
"Who's cheif."
"Me." The boy screamed loudly.
As the boy elaborated, many other boys emerged, most of them younger. They had the same tired expressions on their faces. They heaved their spears with them. It was amazing.
As I look back, I find it quite hard to visualize this spectacle.
I felt coweraly as I stepped back in alarm. The boys looked horrific.
I returned the boys back. I shaked the hands of some of the unfortunate mothers and fathers who had their children die.
I still ride overseas, and have never experienced anything like this.
1 comment:
I love it!
Short, sweet, head on, and tells you what you need to know.
One thing you may want to add is the irony of the war, and how Percival couldn't remember his name. You may also want to make up a name for the naval officer.
Other wise, great job senor William
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