To Africa

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man named William, under the king's orders, arrests slave traders and frees the slaves.

Submitted: April 26, 2008

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To Africa

With a slash and a clash the two swords banged together, with the force of a mighty earth tremor. I looked into the eyes of the young sea captain and saw complete terror in his eyes. I slowly pushed him backwards towards the plank, while fighting the Spanish skipper behind me. I kept whirling back and forth slamming against two shining swords. At the last second I slammed the skipper twirling across the deck into the arms of my own skipper. Then I looked towards the captain, "Are you willing to surrender your ship and its cargo to me without anymore bloodshed?" The captain’s eyes suddenly became like fire, "never will I surrender my ship to the likes of you." "Then say goodbye to your ship, you bloody Spaniard," I slammed him in the shoulder with the palm of my hand, and he fell backwards into the churning waves. I turned and faced my crew, "The rest will be easy to dispose of since their leader is gone down to the depths of the sea." A loud cheer went up, and then the sailors took their new prisoners and threw them in the ship’s jail.

After this was all accomplished my first mate came to me and said, "Captain, what about our other ship? Who do you want to sail her?" I looked my first mate in the eye, "Can I trust my ship, the Docker, and some of my crew into your hands, Conrad?" "Yes sir, you could trust me with your own life." "The ship is my life, Con. Take good care of her. I want you to take half the crew with you and sail back to England. Then stay at my house till my return." "Yes captain," Conrad saluted and walked off to carry the captain’s orders. Suddenly I remembered to tell him something, "Bring all the cargo on deck, and make sure the cook feeds them all. Then it’s off to England with you and to Africa with me." "Of course, Captain Sir William," Conrad walked away hollering at the sailors as he went, "Lash the boats together, Mr. Conner. Mr. Halley, round a few men together and bring the cargo on deck. Monkey; get yourself up into the crow’s nest. Jacques, whip a meal up quick for two hundred mouths. Ye all be quick or I’ll have your hides." I watched my first mate warily; he always emitted too much authority when given a little, "Remember your place Mr. Conrad Cole." Conrad turned towards me, "Sorry captain I always get carried away." "So it seems."

Soon all two hundred Africans were sitting on the deck, having eaten their fills. I got Mr. Peacock, the docker’s doctor, to tend to the sick on board, "Mr. Peacock, make sure they are all in good condition. Keep a good reputation though, or we will not be able to keep them under control. You remember our last mission." Mr. Peacock nodded vigorously, "Aye sir, the whole lot nearly had our heads, if it weren’t for the shiny trinkets we gave them to keep their peace." "Correct, so don’t be hitting any of them or scolding one of their children. They are quite protective you know." I chased Mr. Peacock over to the Africans, and climbed up to the crow’s nest. Monkey was sleeping soundly in the nest. "Arise Monkey, for I see the coast of Africa in the distance." Monkey awoke with a start and looked towards the horizon, "I see dee coast too, Capin Villy," the young black man said to me as he looked in the same direction as I did.

I had monkey since he was ten years old. I had bought him at a slave market in America. The poor boy was cold and hungry with hardly any clothing to wear. I felt sorry for him when I saw him and bought him for ten dollars. Nobody else wanted that poor lost boy. When I first bought him though I freed him, but he wanted to stay with me, so it didn’t take me long to find out how handy he was in the crow’s nest.

I looked at him now and smiled approvingly, for now he was a handsome young man of 17. I myself was no older then he, 22 to be exact, the prime of my life ready to conquer the world.

Two days later we were on our way back to England for I had just released all the Africans and set them free on their shores. They were very grateful to me indeed, and bowed before as if I was their chief. I waved them on though, for I also had to return the Spaniards to England and King George. He would indeed be grateful to me. I believed that much still lay in store for me.


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