The man who was supposed to be my authoritative figure did not show himself today, but instead sent a bright young fellow, who spoke English very well, in his place. His son, I soon learned by way of introductions. This young man did not wish to work as a merchant, and decided that I was to take his place, though he would be keeping the money I earned. He explained that because he payed for my way over, I must do his work in order to pay back my debt.
While I was at work on this day, I saw such a strange man. He was dressed only from the waist down and carried a spear on his back. At first I was truly frightened! What was such a man doing here, carrying a kind of weapon like so? Once he struck a conversation with a soldier, however, I soon forgot my trepidation and became quite intrigued. Who was this man? Were there more like him? I do intend to write Father as soon as I may. Perhaps he could be of help. Alas, how I miss my old life dearly. A life of which I knew everyone, and if they so carried a weapon then I should be standing right beside them yielding the same weapon and reason. I do wonder if I shall ever become acquainted with a man like him, and if so, will we too fight together?
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Theodore's Journal
Ficción históricaHistorical Narrative that I wrote, it's the journal of a British merchant in the 1700s, named Theodore. He wishes to go back to England in order to see his love. Except when he gets his wish, it doesn't exactly go as he planned.
