Day 2, month 3.
It’s been too much time since we parted from our port, leaving our families behind, expecting some rich land would receive our hopes and dreams and turn them to reality. So far we can only see water. We see nothing but water. Pete told me that he has been planning a return. I’m not sure, that would be mutiny, and it’s punishment is to die hanged. I appreciate my life and my pride too much to die that way. I prefer to hold on to the captain’s promise. He’s an honest man and he deserves our loyalty. Although I do get nervous from time to time, I really miss my folk.
Day 23, month 3.
Things are getting too dangerous. The crew is way far too angry. There’s not much time to waste. Big things are going to happen. Everything’s set. Now is the time. I can hear the yelling, the roaring crowd fighting for the command post. I’m not much of a fighting man. I prefer to preserve my life and see what will be of my destiny.
It’s all over, only silence is to be heard. Some splash from time to time. The casualties are being thrown to the sharks that have been roaming around our ship for some days now. I dare not leave this room. Who might be in control? What is to be of me now?
Somebody is coming…
Some day…
All my fears have been confirmed, I’ve been abandoned to die in this pity boat in the middle of the cool, dark blue waters infested with innumerable creatures awaiting for my hour. All I could save from that butchery was this page and a simple piece of coal. What my eyes have seen has no name, what my ears have heard have no possible reproduction. The pain, the death, the rage, everything shaped on the deck of our beloved ship, all gone directly to hell, doomed in the shadows. While I await for my final breath y write the only things my mind lets me see: blood. Everything was soaked in blood, painted red. Three men dragged me from my hiding place to the deck. Many corpses where lying under the stars rotting. Some men where busy cleaning the mess throwing human parts to the see. Arms, legs, hands, heads, entire bodies covered in blood, destroyed by the knives. Some others where taking care of the wounded who yield in pain and suffering, awaiting what destiny had planned for them. All I could see was chaos and death dancing all around, hand in hand, having a banquet.
I was taken to face the instigator of this riot. I was expecting my trial, although no mercy or justice could I hope for. My sentence was fast and simple: “let ‘im die, he aint no good for us”.
A boat was set, no oars, nor food, nor water. My guide to the land of the dead. I am still here holding my breath praying for a miracle…
It’s been too much time since we parted from our port, leaving our families behind, expecting some rich land would receive our hopes and dreams and turn them to reality. So far we can only see water. We see nothing but water. Pete told me that he has been planning a return. I’m not sure, that would be mutiny, and it’s punishment is to die hanged. I appreciate my life and my pride too much to die that way. I prefer to hold on to the captain’s promise. He’s an honest man and he deserves our loyalty. Although I do get nervous from time to time, I really miss my folk.
Day 23, month 3.
Things are getting too dangerous. The crew is way far too angry. There’s not much time to waste. Big things are going to happen. Everything’s set. Now is the time. I can hear the yelling, the roaring crowd fighting for the command post. I’m not much of a fighting man. I prefer to preserve my life and see what will be of my destiny.
It’s all over, only silence is to be heard. Some splash from time to time. The casualties are being thrown to the sharks that have been roaming around our ship for some days now. I dare not leave this room. Who might be in control? What is to be of me now?
Somebody is coming…
Some day…
All my fears have been confirmed, I’ve been abandoned to die in this pity boat in the middle of the cool, dark blue waters infested with innumerable creatures awaiting for my hour. All I could save from that butchery was this page and a simple piece of coal. What my eyes have seen has no name, what my ears have heard have no possible reproduction. The pain, the death, the rage, everything shaped on the deck of our beloved ship, all gone directly to hell, doomed in the shadows. While I await for my final breath y write the only things my mind lets me see: blood. Everything was soaked in blood, painted red. Three men dragged me from my hiding place to the deck. Many corpses where lying under the stars rotting. Some men where busy cleaning the mess throwing human parts to the see. Arms, legs, hands, heads, entire bodies covered in blood, destroyed by the knives. Some others where taking care of the wounded who yield in pain and suffering, awaiting what destiny had planned for them. All I could see was chaos and death dancing all around, hand in hand, having a banquet.
I was taken to face the instigator of this riot. I was expecting my trial, although no mercy or justice could I hope for. My sentence was fast and simple: “let ‘im die, he aint no good for us”.
A boat was set, no oars, nor food, nor water. My guide to the land of the dead. I am still here holding my breath praying for a miracle…
3 comentarios:
Tenía ganas de escribir en ingles, ¿se puede?
we shall never surrender!
very good indeed, almost too good hombre, almost too good...
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