Native Americans-Personal Narrative

A chilly wind had blown over the harbor. I held my gun at my side. My mind and body were alert. There had been reports of strange ships out in the lake. My gun was loaded. Out in the forest, I saw shapes moving. I picked up my gun and started to walk toward the shapes. I was careful to not let them know they had caught my attention. The figures stopped. They turned and sprinted away. They saw me. Who are they? I sprinted after them. They were going toward the river. I realized they had gone away. I ran back to the town hall.

“I saw strange figures outside of town. They were Indians, I think. That must be why those ships were out there.”

I walked in as the other scout had finished giving his report. The town leader had sent
He poured the gunpowder in the empty pouch, and tied it up. He then cut a small hole in it, and put matches in there. They were unlit. He then gave the pouch to me, along with an object to light them.

“Here. Take this. When we go back up, I’ll make a distraction and let you run toward the harbor. Don’t look back. These Indians killed my best friend. He was a scout just like me. If we don’t stop them now, my friend will have died for nothing. I can’t have that”.

“Ok,” I said. I took the bomb. We got ready to run. We crawled back outside. The Indians had taken over the town. The scout, Thomas, rushed at one of the Indians. This gave me time to escape. I began to run, but I was knocked down by the Indian leader.

“You will go to jail for being in league with the town leader,” the town leader said. They led me to the jail. I had nowhere to go.

I need to escape, I thought. I was tensed up. I waited for their point of weakness. It would be when they were lifting me up to put me in jail. I pretended to faint. I waited until I was being lifted into the cell. I drew my arm back and hit one guard in the gut. I swung my other arm back to hit the other guard in the nose. He dropped me and I ran. I saw buildings on either side of me. I heard the yells of the
I landed on a dock. I sprinted into the forest. I tripped on an upturned rock. I fell into a tunnel. The air was filled with dust. I saw an Indian turn around. I recognized him. He was the Indian leader.
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“You will be killed”, he said. He leaped at me. I was slammed against the wall. My head spun. I managed to get my hand to my pocket where the bomb was. I clumsily raised It out of my pocket and retrieved a match. I lit it, and raised it toward the bomb. Unfortunately he smacked the match from my hand. I realized something. I just had to keep him talking. The town leaders would surely be coming. The other scout would surely know my location.

“You'll never win,” I said. “The leaders are already on their way. If they don't come, that's fine. I'll just blow up this town. Like I said, you can't win”. Above us, the ground shook. Dirt fell into the hole. The Indian leader cursed and grabbed me roughly. It was too late. Troops stormed into the whole. I was grabbed once again, this time not roughly, and pushed toward the outside. I was knocked out and loaded onto a horse. I can't remember anything after