August 22nd, 1495
Greggs came running up to the deck and we immediately wondered what was going on. Knowing his old age, we were probably off course again. Not that being side-tracked was bad; it was just that it wasn’t good. Thunder struck overhead and I jumped at the sudden noise. Looking up, there were dark cumulonimbus clouds looming not too far over the ship. Many of the crew members came up from the rooms below, awakened by the noise. They weren’t excited by the storm and most of them looked like they were going to jump overboard at any second.
Luckily, it was just thunder and a light drizzle. The captain was watching the sky with nervous eyes after it passed though, as if he knew that wouldn’t be the last we saw of it. Everything went back to normal or at least what was considered normal. Working the ship, mopping the deck, and I even got to bail out water from the lower level of the ship. All the while, I had an uneasy feeling that the captain was holding some valuable information back from us.
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The Historically Unhistorical Work of Historical Fiction
Historical FictionThis is a story that I had originally made for a project in my World HIstory class. After playing a role play/choose-your-own-adventure kind of thing, we made a journal and then turned that into a story. ~*~ Allestra always wanted to experience the...
