Mystery of Roanoke

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In 7th grade, we were given the task to create a story based on what could have possibly happened in the town of Roanoke. Me, being the creative mind that I am, went above and beyond the call of duty. Hey, I was having fun, exploring my love to write. But you what hurt the most? When my teacher told me that my version of Roanoke was highly unbelievable.
Why the fuck would you ask me to dream then?
*FYI - I was 12 when I wrote this. There are some mistakes and the writing is very different what I put out now...*

Submitted: July 18, 2017

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The Lost Colony

The ship rocked back and forth slowly with what seemed no destination at all. A young girl, Stacey sat by the edge of the poop deck watching the waves roll up and down as if someone was pulling it by a string. Bored, the little girl jumped down and ruffled her dress. Stacey glanced into the sky and seeing the sun, looked over the waves again. Her father had brought her on this trip so she would learn to worship the only God there was. Stacey stared at the seer on top of the mast. He seemed to be jumping up and down, pointing at something. She peeked over in that direction and smiled. Land! By the good Lord, it’s land! “Land!” Many people rushed up to the top wondering about the commotion. Stacey could hear the many cries of joy and weeping. The ship soon docked as the passengers rowed out to shore.

 

Stacey smiled, “Land.” She whispered it several times holding a teddy bear that her father had given her. She had left it in the loft and now, walking with her father towards the rest of the group she grew in to a silence. Now what? What do we do on the land? We must find a place to live but there is gold to be found. Oh what shall we do?! Stacey’s father turned to her, and seeing that she was in deep thought handed her off to the women. The women were commanded to stay with a few men. They were not aloud to hunt for gold. Stacey shivered in her blankets that night wondering what had become of her daddy. Father? She saw many figures in the night and against the men’s will rushed out to meet them. “Daddy!” Her father brushed her aside softly and Stacey began to cry. What has happened to my father? What is wrong with him?!

 

There were some ruddy looking men behind her father and the others. Who were they? The men sat up and talked for many hours, Stacey watching her father’s every move not daring to fall asleep. At dawn, the men were asleep and Stacey was neatly on the ground in a bundle. Her father came to her and picked her up into his arms. “Daddy?” He nodded and pulled her close to his bosom. “Honey, I’ll never do that again. I’m so sorry. I saw you watching me all night and felt so bad about it.” Stacey nodded and clung to him fiercely. Daddy wasn’t going anywhere ever again!

 

Weeks, months and even a couple years went by. The Indians, which once were called the ruddy looking men, had been giving them food in order to survive. Many had died the first winter but some had survived, including Stacey and her father. Today the Indians did not come. It was a nice spring day, so the men went to the Indians homes. Stacey followed behind disobediently. Those awful Indians will not plague daddy again. The men knocked on Chief Hicowie’s tepees. The chief opened and Stacey gasped. Beside the chief someone was holding a deadly bow and arrow to their faces. Stacey saw Chief Hicowie shake his head and close his door. The men, defeated, turned for home. Stacey felt tears drooling down her face. No more food! We are gonna starve! Stacey ran home, hoping that her father hadn’t seen her.

 

Night came and the Indians attacked noiselessly, destroying everything in sight. Many died, except for a good fifty, including Stacey and her father. The next day people fled to the ships. Stacey was gathering the last few things and realized her bear wasn’t there. “Daddy, I must go and get my bear!” Her father shook his head hurriedly, “The ship leaves in 5 minutes. I cannot afford to lose you!” Stacey stuck up her nose. “I’m going to get it!” She ran off quickly with her father standing hopelessly near the boat. The captain stood next to him. “Aboard the boat. We leave now.” Stacey’s father teared up but stepped in the boat as it sailed away. He saw his own daughter running to where the boat had been earlier. “Daddy! Come back! Daddy!” A woman embraced her and brought her into a house comforting her.

 

Stacey ran over to the chief’s house and knocked. Chief Hicowie opened the door without the bow and arrow. “What do want?” Stacey shriveled back in fear. “Food. We need food for my people.” Chief Hicowie shook his head. “No. No food. You took land. We give no food.” He pulled her into the house and wrapped a small rope around her. “Tonight, we kill them all!” His messenger left and the chief laughed at struggling Stacey. “You no get out. You people die tonight!” Stacey felt hot tears trickling down her face. Daddy!

 

That night, the chief carried Stacey to where her people were. Many men gasped at the huge army of Indians surrounding them. Chief Hicowie gave orders. “Kill girl last. Let her torture by see people die. Then we kill her. Kill people now!” Stacey tried to close her eyes but something held them open. The sheer cries and blood in the night scattered Stacey’s thoughts. Why am I seeing this? She tried to close her eyes but then a blood-curdling cry pierced the black night. Stacey shot her eyes open and there in front of her was dead Chief Hicowie.

 

Stacey held her breath as many Indians crept up to her, holding spears, bows and arrows. She tried to scream but nothing would come. They came oh so close and until only Stacey could feel the horrible pain and hear the treacherous cry that she made. She let go of her teddy and all thoughts remained unsaid. Then the night was silent, no more cries of death, no more cries of fear.

 

6 years later, the settlers came back; ready to start a new colony. Stacey’s father was there and it seemed as if he was searching for something. His eyes wandered about the place where the young village used to stand. There were no signs of any thing that had been begun or started. But something caught his eye and he stopped. Stacey’s father cried aloud in grief. There before his very eyes was Stacey’s teddy bear, the very one that he had given to her for a birthday present after his wife died. It had been ripped to shreds by the vultures and eaten by little creatures but it was there and that’s all that mattered. Stacey’s father handled the old bear carefully as it shred to dust involuntarily. Her father dropped to his knees in misery, his hands over his watered eyes. Her father sunk into the dust and dirt with heartache. There was no remains of life, no remains of their town, no remains of Stacey. Her father raised his voice, in a way no one had ever heard before.


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