HALLAKABLOOEY!
The bomb had shot out of a cannon. Don't let me get ahead of you. The
British had started to attack in a war that would become the
Revolutionary war. It all started after the war with the French and
Indians. The king needed to pay the soldiers so he made the Stamp Act.
The Stamp Act said that there had to be a stamp on all business papers,
playing cards, marriage license, bills, and taxes. The stamps made them
official. The stamps cost one dollar. People got mad and started
protesting. They made a club called the sons of liberty. They said, “No
taxation without representation”. The king gave in and got rid of
the stamp act. But money still had to be made. So the king put a tax on
tea. By now I had joined the Sons Of Liberty. But people got mad and
the Daughters of Liberty made liberty tea without the tea. And some of
us dressed up as Indians and went on one of the British ships and
dumped the tea overboard. Well the British didn't take it to well so
they closed down the port in Boston and people there couldn't get food
or make a living so we sent food up there. Well that's how the war got
started and I was in the middle of it. So yes a cannon had just shot of
the opposing side. It was violent. Then. Since I was on my boat, The
Jaffa Wind, I saw in the distance, my brother had been injured in the
leg. I steered my boat back to him, telling him to hold on. And came
down off my boat picked him up (with much struggle) over my shoulder
and pulled him on my boat. Then I shot the Torres boat and they all
jumped out of the way. There was a pretty big hole. I took him and told
Charles (the military captain) to take over the ship. Then when I woke
up there was a big bang and I remembered that was the sound of our
cannon. Then I heard a splash and someone called “Man overboard!” I
rushed up to see Thomas in the water! I dived into the water and
grabbed him since he couldn't swim with his injured leg. Then I swam
with him over to the boat grabbed the rope and they reeled us in. I
went down to a cabin and laid him down in the bed. It was after a year
that he was healed and could fight again. Then the thing happened.
Somebody shot a bombartion of cannonballs and wiped out half the
opposing side. (Well all that was left). But then a whole other load of
people came to replace them. Then there was an explosion that knocked
me off my feet and gave me a bloody cut on my head and scraped up my
hands and knees and then in return Thomas came and took me to the
doctor person. Then the next thing I knew I was bandaged and Thomas
told me I was knocked out. Then when we went to the battlefield, Thomas
also told me the war had ended. We went to another city and we wouldn't
have to worry anymore.