Day #7 as a West African Slave

I am now this creepy, no good ship! It is very creepy and cramped. This is sending me off the edge! This dead person is still on me! I am furious, repeat FURIOUS!!! This horrible boat is crawling with lice, rats, and different deadly sicknesses. The splintery wooden floor is covered with blood and mucus. The Europeans FINALLY threw that dead dude over board. I can still smell the stench of death. I can feel the boat rocking back and forth, back and forth. Many wanted to starve themselves, but if they tried their lips would get burned by the Europeans. I have seen many try. It is so sad. I WANT to get OFF of this no-good ship!

Day #1 as a West African Slave

It is in 1700's, I am walking in this grassy field. My feet are killing me. I am chained to this person who had died early this morning. This I find particularly gross. My head is itching with lice. I hate having to walk miles for nothing, but work and pain. The grass has blackberry thorns all through out the field. All I can smell is the stench of death. Most of us have tried to escape, but what is the point we are all chained together. Any of us who have tried have been whipped. The sound of people being whipped. It is horrifying! If it weren't for those Europeans trading guns to our enemy, I would not be here! I fell anger, sadness, curiosity, and frightened. I just want to go back to my tribe.