Shanna's StoryShannas StoryBy Blueeyes001It would be 1789, shackles around my legs and arms, they are cutting in my flesh, and bruises are all over my body. It would be a long night. Thousands of my people are on the ship most of them are sick, tired, and starved. The darkness is unbearable the rocking of the ship is enough one sick to their stomach. We all stay in the lower part of the ship only to be let out for air. The children cry in their sleep, only to be woken up by the screams of the ones being flogged. Some would rather die than be a slave. Two people I once knew took a dive off the ship. Into the water they went praying that the tide w
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