I have been to hell. I do not know what they want to do with me, I have heard they want to use me to do their work. I can not move, they have locked me to the floor. People are groaning and everywhere I see people with vomit and their face and their feet bleeding trying to break the locks. I almost went mad laying there.
They forced us out of our cells once, they hit us with cold…cold water. It stung so bad. They made us jump up and down for some reason, and I saw the captain. He saw us scream, struggle but he did nothing. He walked away like it was nothing, and let the men continue to torture us, like animal.
I had many nightmares on that ship, many involving the white man. I imagine myself killing the white man, freeing my people. And I dream about my capture again, and again. Every time I do, I hate them even more.
They barely feed us. I scrap the last bits of their slop just to survive. People die all around me they die of hunger or disease. Some wish to take their own lives if they could. I want to go home, home to my tribe, my family, my life.
I really liked how you described the ship, and how the conditions were. Perhaps you can improve by adding more of your own feelings and putting in more events, but all in all, great! :D
ReplyDeleteYou have described your feelings and hinted at some of the conditions on the ship.
ReplyDeleteTarget: Could you further develop your description of the middle passageway. What is it? Why were they on board the ship? Where are they going? How many slaves would be on board? Why were they treated so badly?