August 21st, 1495
It was late at night and I had just been woken up to help up on deck. My friend Joel had been the one to wake me up and he started talking about how he hoped to be the first one to see land. I remembered from school that he had told me how he had always wanted to be the guy up in the crow’s nest. We walked up to the deck and worked up there until the sun came up. It was the start of the new day already.
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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Historical FictionThis is a story that I had originally made for a project in my World HIstory class.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...
