Category: Historical Fiction

Dan #3 1788

at dawn. I was worried I didn’t know what to do so I tried sleep calmly. In the morning Goodwin and I was walking behind the captain and he said to build a suitable place to flog me. I was grabbing some sticks when all of a sudden Warawi came with animal skin it seemed liked something was in it, Goodwin told me that I was already in so much trouble  but I ignored him, I said it wasn’t a good time but some how she signalled me to come Warawi opened up the animal skin and a baby dingo was in there and Goodwin had a Idea so I wouldn’t be flogged.

 

The captain came and said best wishes and also said any last words that was the perfect time to explain the plan. I held out a the baby dingo and said it would better if the governor had a baby dingo to teach hunting and the captain liked the idea he said it was my responsibility and told next time don’t break the rules and we Marched back to camp.

Dan 1788 #2

I was at  shore trying to teach the dog to go fetch but when Robert came up he wanted me to tie him up. I grabbed a stick and Goodwin said that  you shouldn’t be so blue but I told him that the governor made the rule that you can’t take something from the natives with out paying them. I went to my tent I had nicked a dice a coin and some purple wool then I thought, this is not the expectations. I went to the cook and he asked me that you can’t be starving already but I lied and said that my feet hurt and wanted some dripping to put in my shoes. Secretly I grabbed a bag of fat and tossed it out the back so no one could catch me. I delivered some food to Roberts he said grabbed the rations and  gave his telescope expecting me to put it his bag but instead I put into my bag. He said drum us of, we are marching to the point. So I drummed them off.

My Place – 1788

Today I walked behind Barangaroo she had dingo on her it was warm, the big tree brunches hanged over with some light going through the gaps of the leaves. While the dead levels crunched every time you stepped. It smelled humid the sun was up there was still dew on the bushes which has been grown in the shade. It was a good day for hunting and there’s a lake near by to cool of.

We talked about getting Mung back into the tribe there was a agreement that a dance battle was to be called Who ever wins gets to fish. She did her dance moves which were pretty good but it was my time to go I flapped my wings no one answered were really every one knows it’s a wedged tail eagle it was time for voting I threatened them ha should of seen their wimpy faces then we took our spears to go fishing and the big ceremony worked and the big cod won him back