Blog 11-The Rescue

First came the smell of smoke. Then I saw it. Fire crackled and sounds of explosion erupted in the forest in front of me. My toes sunk into the sand and I gazed at a pile of ashes next to a burning hut. I heard what sounded like millions of young boys ululating. The sound slowly died down as a boy heaved himself out of the forest; as if he was throwing himself at me. He was covert in dirt, smelled of smoke, drenched with sweat, and panting as if he had just run for miles. The other boys came out of the forest. All of them with bright red and white paint smeared across their faces.  One came in front of all the others. He had messy, light red, hair and a black cap that was covered in mud and rips. 

"What is going on here? Is this some kind of war?" I asked. I was hoping the answer would be "No, just playing a game".

When the young boy in front with dirty-blonde hair said quietly, "Yes, already two have been killed," My face sunk. I wished he could elaborate but I could tell it was hard for him to say this, as if it wasn't his choice, or he hadn't been a part of it. I couldn't believe this. These boys looked like they ranged from 6 to 12. At home in Britain we were at war. that does not mean these boys should be. "Who's in charge here?" I asked firmly. 

"I'm Chief," replied the small boy in front. I saw the red haired boy start to move forward. then he had a second thought and I saw him cower. He had a frightened look on his face. As if he was afraid to get too close. I turned around and looked out across the miles of blue ocean. Out a little ways was my ship. I looked at the cannons on the side of the ship. I tried my hardest not to visualize these small boys doing anything similar to what we had been doing in the war. I hated the fact that people had already been killed. As I stood staring at the blank sea. At the long thin horizon line. I wanted to take these boys back home. Back to civilization. To show them how the world really works.