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Relations in Strain

Name: Harry Mcnago Age: 36 Occupation: Diplomat

Setting: Portugal-Spain
1708 5th June 12:16pm

Finishing off his beautiful meal while talking trade, he got a pleasant surprise. The door opened gracefully with quite a lot of troops. Then came in the prince who was wearing red, which was quite strange because that meant war. When he walked in he glared at me and muttered something in Portuguese and the king! He was wearing the national colors. He came in and leaned across the table. “Well at least you’re from Britain! The last boffhead was from Spain, groveling at my feet, putting his filth on me!” yelled the king. I replied short and sweet, “If you’re talking about war I am defiantly not interested, I am here for trade!”, “I don’t want anything to do with the ‘Great’ British Empire unless they want an alliance!” the king spat.

Lisbon, 6th June-16th June, 9:00am
The next day I got ready an escort to Spain and then France. Easy said, not easy go. It seems that Spain attacked Portuguese colonies in America. This has made it unsafe to travel between the two countries. On the fifth day we heard gunshots, which rattled everyone. We all knew that a battle was nearby but did not panic.
On the tenth day we came to a village, I then understood what the gunshots were. “There could be more nearby…” A babbling sound came, a crowd was nearby. All of a sudden the villagers were swarming over us. “I need food to give to my children…” “My bones are nearly coming out of my skin” “My husband’s bodies kept me alive, it was tasty, so are you!” War, it gained only for the king! All of a sudden shadows cast upon us as the hill filled up.
Spanish knights! I had no time to run. As the captain came through the destroyed village he sneered “How disgusting, they should have died weeks ago, the rats, kill them” All the villager’s were herded out with taunts like ‘Food, food” then shot. “Well you’ll make good prisoners of war” the captain sneered.

Unknown,10th June, 10:10am

A few days later we were heading to Madrid, the capital of Spain.
“So you speak English, and you’re Spanish?” I asked in disbelief.
“What do you think I speaking? French! German! Huh?” he yelled back. He was not very talkative. “Sir, we have taken a wrong turn!” “Who cares, they all lead to Madrid”. How wrong he was.
When we turned the corner I saw a village uphead, Then it grew, Deception. “I don’t think this is a good idea” I voiced up. No one listened. As we turned into the village the villagers acted strange. We stopped to ask for directions. All of a sudden a musket man appeared at the window and aimed at me. I barely moved in time, but the captain got hit. The villager who we asked directions for got out a pistol and shot our driver in the head.

16th June, Portuguese town 2:50pm

I woke up a few days later. Someone knocked something near me; I looked up, and realized that I was in a jail cell. “You awake? Good, you’re going to be hanged at 3:00pm ‘ave” said the guard.
The day passed, and every second nervous feelings grew.
Finely the time came; the guard took me out of the prison and led me to a cart, we he wheeled down the street. I looked around, observing the surroundings. Clear blue sky, everyone looking eager for a hanging, people hanging out of windows to get good views… wait, one was closed. This was strange because people loved hangings. I ignored it, I looked at the gallows. That was strange. The boards were a different colour in some spots. I got on the gallows, and it happened so fast I basically couldn’t see it. The window opened up, a musket men firing into the crowd. The floorboards opened up. A man popped up “get in kid!”
When we finally got in I started to think properly, were these people trying to kill me? Or were they terriosts, English spies trying to save me, Spanish soldiers collecting me or Portuguese Rebels? I had to ask, “Who are you?” “We are pirates, Terrisots, collecting a bounty!” The pirate replied “We are going to take you around Spain, then around Portugal and past France to get to England”
By now I realized, it’s never that simple.

20th June, Somewhere off France, 7:00pm
The sky was filled up with the tossing waves, the boat was flung up in the air, “Does this usually happen?” I asked; all of a sudden a 60 meter wave appeared! I got ready for impact, and it crashed on top of us, sucking off people as it went out, “No!” he replied. All of a sudden we were driven into some rocks, “Oh, no!” I moaned.
There was a loud cracking noise, the sleek boards were ripped open, sucking every into the ocean. I was swimming towards the rocks when on the horizon the biggest wave I had ever seen. 100 meters tall! It crashed down with the noise of a 1000 elephants, washing me into the ruins of the boat. I cracked my head on the side of the boat, knocking me out.

21st June, French Southern Border, 10:00am
When I woke up it was a beautiful morning, the sky clear blue, the water nice and calm, the trees around me swaying in the breeze. I looked up. The flat beach was scattered with the ruin of the night before. I started to observe my surroundings and noticed there was village near me.
When I got to the town someone yelled something in French. I kept walking then all of sudden the dirt in front of me heaved up! Someone had fired a shot at me but missed. I quickly ran for it but did not get far as the guards got me. They walked me through the streets, my guess was that we were heading to the town center, I was wrong. When we came around the corner I saw a horrible site. The pirates I was sailing with were hanging from the gallows. All of a sudden the soldier next to me said something, “You are English right?” I nodded, “Well you will be a good hostage for when they come!”

1709, 21st of June, 12:21 pm
It took a whole year before someone attacked. It was the Spanish. I in the confusion, escaped. It was a long and hard journey to Brittany, but I made it. But when I got there I found the port in flames. All of a sudden I heard the noise of war, there next to me was a dark forest from which the noises came from. I quickly ran to a big hill and saw battle. The English flag was flying, them and there Prussian allies had beaten the French! I was knocked out!

3:00pm, London, England, 24th of June
I woke up a few days later in a lovely cottage. Wait a palace!
Over the days people questioned me. One day I was trying to rest over the noise of London when the guard told me to follow him. He led me through a lot of stairs and to a grand hallway where I went through a grand door. There was the King! “Harry Mcnago, you are one of the bravest men I know. Traveling through war torn Portugal, being captured by Spanish knights, ambushed by Portuguese musket men, saved by Spanish terriosts and taken hostage by French villagers. Then escaped through a battle to Brittany.” The people around me clapped. The king continued, “Here is a bravery medal; your life shall be long and glorious!” I have never felt so great!

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It is really long but read if you like war stories. I have a second one plus a short story i am going to post!

[Warluster]

Relations in Strain the Terrisom
Name: James Sawyer Age: 22 Occupation: terriost
Setting: Portugal Nationality: Portuguese
1717 Lisbon Markets, 1:03pm

In 10 minutes the trade caravan will come, 10 minutes and will all could be dead!
“We have to be quick or the police will get us!” Someone whispered. It was a dark room because there were heavy boards on the small windows. It was a square like room, where in the middle was a dining table. Then the time came. I kicked out the boards onto the winding street. There were the merchants right below us! They had great fear in there faces. If they did not have money I would not have even thought of hurting them. But I am freeing my country! I ran over and knocked them done. Then we took our backpacks and put as much moneys as we could into it. Then we ran into the middle of the town square. In the middle was an old gallows set, but we still used as an escape area. But I quickly ran out and put a bomb on the buildings, and then I ran back inside the tunnel and ran to the end. Finally at the end there was complete silence, then, BOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!!! It made you shudder to think that such noise could exist. The tunnel was cylinder shaped and was plain dirt on the sides, but it could still hold because there were metal bars on the sides to keep it up. It every now and then there was little torch rack with a torch inside of it which kept the tunnel alights. We quickly opened a trapdoor inside a small building. It was a long hallway and at the end there was a door.
We ran to the door and looked out of the lock. There were Spanish police here! They somehow found out that there was a terriost hideout here but could not figure out where it was so they were blocking off the street exits and shooting everyone!! So all the happy citizens were no longer happy. Some jumped into the rough sea. Some ran straight at the soldiers and police. Some just sat down and wailed. It was a sick sight. And I was not going to stand for it. I slammed open the door and got out two long pistols
And put one in either hand. I then beckoned to my comrades to follow me, which they did so, and we ran out shooting the guards. Once they were all dead we cheered. But around the corner was a steady beating of a drum. Reinforcements. We panicked and ran for base which was on the other side of the side of the city so we were nearly out of breath when we finally got there. A few times the police saw us but they took no notice. We ran into our hideout, which was like the old pirate tunnel except bigger. “There is a battle over at Gibraltar.” One of the officers said. So we marched, more like sneaked, to a crossroad where we set up a roadblock. After a few boring days something very strange happened. We were just lazing around when a huge shudder came, and a deafening noise sounded close by. Cannons, lots of them. A few hours later and refugees started pouring down the road. The old and the young, the fit and the unfit. All of them fleeing for there lives. So we stopped the blockade and moved to the battle of Gibraltar. On the way I started talking to some of the refugees and they said the British were attacking. They failed and went around to Morocco and failed so they then went to Algeria and secured the port of Algiers. The French and Germans attacked northern Spain where they were victorious and marched in land. The Italians got to Palma but failed in a bad beach landing losing 2 000 men.


We quickly ran to the battle. When we finally got there the rest of us were hiding. Then the Spanish marched down the road and the British were off the coast. As the British cannons roared we prepared our muskets. All of a sudden a bomb blew amidst us. A misfired shell. When the wounded cried out I prepared for a fight. None came. Then the British boats set out from the Galleons. When they landed the Spanish fired and brought out a 30-bullet gun. Then our General got up and yelled “CHARGE!!!” We charged in pulling our swords out and fought with hatred. They took over our country! Then as fast as it started the battle ended. We all waited around for the British medics to come. Then I saw something which made my heart skip a beat. My best friend lying there with his stomach cut open. I ran over to him and said “Mate! You are going to make it!” I sobbed; I knew he would not make it I wanted to make his last moments good. I rummaged around his pockets. When I looked up he was gone… And then the medics came and took him away. I held his hand to the very last moment. I could not stop crying. I looked at what I had found in his pockets. An old picture which he had drawn was there. Us in front of his old farmhouse. And a letter to his mum. I read the letter. ‘I am proud if I get there blood on me!! But war, every day, having to see men have limbs shot off, screaming for ma’s, having to hear bullets whistle past and see them hit ya friend. And to hold a gun and shoot a men, that put such heavy sorrow on your heart. But I now realize that war will never end as long as there is man’

Famous Quote: In peace sons bury there fathers, in war fathers bury there sons.

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