Edward Wharley: Graham F. – 2014

“A Look At the Colonial World Through the Eyes of….”

My name is Edward Wharley I am a Dutch sailor whose father was a Blacksmith so I have picked up some skills. When I was nine I joined the Dutch Navy and trained with the ships Blacksmith. I am quite skilled now and when the pirates attacked my I was captured I am 15 now. I am male, I am an outlaw I am afraid. The pirates are torturing me, forcing me to become a pirate. But I won’t give in, I will not turn into one of them, those illiterate fools! those devils. Every day Captain Christoph beats me, destroys me and feeds me stale bread and mucky water. But I am not all worried about the Captain, I am worried about the cough that I caught a month ago, I think it’s getting worse. My good friend Adé was killed when the pirates attacked. I miss him he could cheer me up whenever I felt down. I liked him a lot, I can’t say the same for Captain Christoph.

I am planning an escape. One night I am going to sign the papers. But I will kill Captain Christoph once I am fully recovered. After that I will convince the crew to follow me and if they don’t they will pay. I will sail back to the Netherlands collect my prize for capturing pirates and retire from sailing and live the rest of my life as a Blacksmith. But for now I must take the pain. I must appeal to the lower of the crew make them like me make them want to follow me. They say that the Africans are not as good as us Europeans, but I’ve seen them fight. They are as good fighters that I have ever seen They will make up some of my men if I decide to sail under the flag of the… Jolly Roger. I can only dream and wonder for now. But I have a lot of time to dream, and wonder. I will think up a plan it will work Captain Christoph will pay for what he’s done to me what he will do to me and what he has done to many others. But what if I in all my anger become him. After all the phoenix after he dies is still the same bird. No matter I will not die I will not perish I will not fail I will prevail…

PS. Whomever finds this, run.
From,
Edward

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