"Well don't just sit around like a bunch of little pansies, MOVE!!!" I exlaimed at my crew as I saw the smoke arise from the island. We got about 700 feet away when I yelled, "Drop Anchor!!"
They heaved the anchor over the edge of the ship as w got into a small life raft and rowed to shore. As we neared faint ululations could be heard from the island. I visualized what could be happening on that island, but it was too late to go back now. We are basically at the shore when I see that the entire island has been set a flame. We get to shore and my crew of 5 starts to cower in fear of a dark figur walking out the hell-like forest. I place my hand on the handle of my revolver as to draw it if I don't like what I see emerge from the forest of hell. I grip the handle and start to pull it out only to see that the dark figure is just a little boy, no older than my son. He came out and looke me right in the eye.
In my mind I thought "Beelzebub must of had devils put aside for this,"
I asked him questions and all I would recieve were short answers. I urged them to elaborate but I recieved nothing. Why, there was even a young boy who couldn't remember his own name. Whatever happened here, put these boys through hell and back twice. I couldn't imagine what could have caused them to result to this. And when I asked if there were any casualties and the answer was yes, I wasn't very surprised. But when I asked them if they were British and the answer was yes, I was.
What a shame to Britain.
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