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Eventually, we were forced onto the majestic galleon. Fear flooded my veins. I wanted to cry and felt sick. I was chained tightly in thick, iron fetters, with my fellow slaves we tried to escape, but could not. The crew stared at us with disgust, looking ready to whip us if we didn’t follow orders. I could see the younger slaves crying after being separated from their parents. We were ordered to stand in the midday heat for what seemed like a year. After what seemed like the worst day of my life, we were ordered to go into the hull. As we opened the dirty, hatch and went down the rotten steps, it smelt revolting. The first thing to hit me was the smell of human skin. I was physically sick due to the unbearable heat and truly awful conditions. My heart sank. Once we were chained, the hard metal chains fetters rubbed my skin raw as younger slaves were crying because they have been separated from their parents. Tiredly, I closed my eyes slightly relived that it was th...
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Eventually, they forced us to march onto the massive wooden vessel. As I marched on my heart filed with fear as sweat trickled down my neck and tears rolled down my cheek. Thick, steel chains rubbed against my skin causing me pain I had never experienced before. The selfish crew eyed us menacingly as they laughed at us because we were stumbling. Slaves around me were crying because they had left their home and family behind. The blazing sun beat down on us as we stood in line for what seemed like h0ures. Finally, they barked at us to go below deck my heart pounded this was it... The change from the boiling, hot heat of the sun to a dark, freezing hold came as a sudden surprise to me. Suddenly, I was caught by a wave of smell, a mixture I could not describe. I looked around and could see vomit and human waste which must have contributed to this smell which took over my scenes. Rough, iron chains rubbed my bare skin, unbearably. Which forced me in place. Sleepily, I cl0sed my tired eye...
Outstanding work Owen. You really captured the tone and language of a slave trader. I was really impressed with how you managed to disguise the brutal reality of a journey on the middle passage.
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