Disbelief at Mrs. Warren’s invitation, strolled over asked politely knowing of her arrogant nature, “What can I do for you?”
“I want to speak to you about how my family and I feel about what happen aboard this ship.”
The young writer flabbergasted knowing of Victoria and her family’s uppity attitude, “Certainly.”
The extremely wealthy family the Warrens with their beautiful, spoiled daughter named Tiffany. Another, I am better than everyone else brat, discontented she is no one special aboard the ship. Unlike on her father’s plantation where everyone caters to her needs if not, they experience the wrath of a rich man. Especially their slaves, knowing her words can command the whip.
Spoiled girl complaining the storm had ruined one of her favorite dresses. Twenty years of age, long blond-haired daddy’s girl given everything in life. Heading to London, strutting about the deck in lavish dresses imported from Paris, prominently displaying the top portion of her abundant breasts. Soon to be, introduce to her husband to be, a marriage of convenience uniting two families to form a tobacco empire. Mr. Warren’s son Richard, 23 years of age, handsome with light brown-haired. Whose intelligence is equivalent to a tree stump, he should be thankful his parents are wealthy able to support him. Oh, Victoria, Mr. Warren’s wife, blond-haired, light skin. I recall the captain more than once had to remind her the other passengers are not aboard to serve her hand and foot. If her head swelled anymore from her immense ego, it would not fit aboard the ship. Mr. Warren also referred to as Vincent, a ruthless businessman, owner of a vast tobacco plantation, mills, and other businesses. Only one thought occupies his mind day and night, making more money. He’ll do anything short of murder, to reach his goal of becoming the richest man in America. Then there’s the sale of his overpriced tobacco carried in the ship’s hull. However, it will sell quickly to London’s upper class so they can prove to themselves, they have the means of luxury those less fortunate do not. Happy it’s only a memory, one I never wish to live through again. The only good thing that came from it, I was able to gather the information I wanted for so long. November 6, 1816. We‘ve eaten our midday meal, today marks, seventy-one days, still no sign of land. We are adrift at the mercy of the sea. The last time our captain spoke about our location was over a week ago. The best he could tell by the stars is that our ship continues to drift uncontrollably toward Africa. We are a long way from our original destination of England. He’s not even sure if we’ll make land, …show more content…
Lightning in the distance lights up the sky, the roar of nature comes upon my ears as the almost deafening sound of thunderclaps reaches them.
It appears history is about to repeat itself. The bite of salt against my face, the chill of the wind engulfs me. Our captain is yelling for everyone to gather up on deck I fear this is the last entry.
Captain stood like a pillar of stone as they gathered, “I know you are all paying passengers. Normally I would not ask passengers to assist. However, we’re in a dire situation here with the ship in such fragile condition, short six crewmen. You are our last hope if we are to survive this storm. All our lives depend on each other. Grab your coats and put them on, we are in for a long cold, wet night. Help the best you can by doing what the crew and I ask of you.”
Samuel noticed the captain’s eyes, the same expression he noted before the terrible storm, the same expression awakens him in sweat. It haunts him again, would most likely the rest of his life.
A few minutes after the captain short speech. The cruel sea, tossed the ship about, stuck again by another fierce …show more content…
The country girl and her brother, their mindset different from the rest of the passengers proudly took up positions as the captain asked them. Elizabeth hearing whining passengers turned her head and looks at them shouted out, “On a farm, you don’t complain about problems, you get up, and you fix
“I want to speak to you about how my family and I feel about what happen aboard this ship.”
The young writer flabbergasted knowing of Victoria and her family’s uppity attitude, “Certainly.”
The extremely wealthy family the Warrens with their beautiful, spoiled daughter named Tiffany. Another, I am better than everyone else brat, discontented she is no one special aboard the ship. Unlike on her father’s plantation where everyone caters to her needs if not, they experience the wrath of a rich man. Especially their slaves, knowing her words can command the whip.
Spoiled girl complaining the storm had ruined one of her favorite dresses. Twenty years of age, long blond-haired daddy’s girl given everything in life. Heading to London, strutting about the deck in lavish dresses imported from Paris, prominently displaying the top portion of her abundant breasts. Soon to be, introduce to her husband to be, a marriage of convenience uniting two families to form a tobacco empire. Mr. Warren’s son Richard, 23 years of age, handsome with light brown-haired. Whose intelligence is equivalent to a tree stump, he should be thankful his parents are wealthy able to support him. Oh, Victoria, Mr. Warren’s wife, blond-haired, light skin. I recall the captain more than once had to remind her the other passengers are not aboard to serve her hand and foot. If her head swelled anymore from her immense ego, it would not fit aboard the ship. Mr. Warren also referred to as Vincent, a ruthless businessman, owner of a vast tobacco plantation, mills, and other businesses. Only one thought occupies his mind day and night, making more money. He’ll do anything short of murder, to reach his goal of becoming the richest man in America. Then there’s the sale of his overpriced tobacco carried in the ship’s hull. However, it will sell quickly to London’s upper class so they can prove to themselves, they have the means of luxury those less fortunate do not. Happy it’s only a memory, one I never wish to live through again. The only good thing that came from it, I was able to gather the information I wanted for so long. November 6, 1816. We‘ve eaten our midday meal, today marks, seventy-one days, still no sign of land. We are adrift at the mercy of the sea. The last time our captain spoke about our location was over a week ago. The best he could tell by the stars is that our ship continues to drift uncontrollably toward Africa. We are a long way from our original destination of England. He’s not even sure if we’ll make land, …show more content…
Lightning in the distance lights up the sky, the roar of nature comes upon my ears as the almost deafening sound of thunderclaps reaches them.
It appears history is about to repeat itself. The bite of salt against my face, the chill of the wind engulfs me. Our captain is yelling for everyone to gather up on deck I fear this is the last entry.
Captain stood like a pillar of stone as they gathered, “I know you are all paying passengers. Normally I would not ask passengers to assist. However, we’re in a dire situation here with the ship in such fragile condition, short six crewmen. You are our last hope if we are to survive this storm. All our lives depend on each other. Grab your coats and put them on, we are in for a long cold, wet night. Help the best you can by doing what the crew and I ask of you.”
Samuel noticed the captain’s eyes, the same expression he noted before the terrible storm, the same expression awakens him in sweat. It haunts him again, would most likely the rest of his life.
A few minutes after the captain short speech. The cruel sea, tossed the ship about, stuck again by another fierce …show more content…
The country girl and her brother, their mindset different from the rest of the passengers proudly took up positions as the captain asked them. Elizabeth hearing whining passengers turned her head and looks at them shouted out, “On a farm, you don’t complain about problems, you get up, and you fix