Ship Tommy Madman Analysis
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Tommy
The outside of the Hardenbrook was beautiful with its perfect gleaming hull, white cloth sails and the ship’s 50 cannons to protect against pirates. This ship was pride of the Dutch navy envied by all. That said you should never judge the book by its cover, everyone on this ship is horrible, from the dirty captain to the ugly stowaways hoping to escape the horrors of Sint Maarten. My only possessions were the cheap clothes on my back and the two pearl earrings on my ears. I used to own entire islands and had servants obeying my every word. Now I have nothing, my father, the governor of Sint Maarten was murdered by the natives of the islands. I was forced to escape to save my life from the spanish overthrowing us at Fort Amsterdam …show more content…
my home which I rightfully have rule over. How dare they do such a thing they have no power in Sint Maarten, no rights they don't deserve the island what is rightfully Dutch. I am the daughter of the most powerful man on Sint Maarten and the 10th most powerful in the Netherlands yet I am forced to live like a slave on a slave’s ship.
My parents have been asked for my hand in marriage numerous times and I have been to the highest court yet I am forced to live among the poor, with rejects of the society on the last ship away from Sint Maarten.
There has only been showed kindness from one member of the crew, painter of sorts he does not look poor like the rest of the crew. His paintings were amazing and the way he painted the light was even better. Today I watched him finish the painting of the Hardenbrook his brush strokes, a dancer, graceful, always perfect. On the darkest of days the painting still shone with immense beauty like that of a swan. He was planning to sell each painting for a measly guilder for he was not Leonardo Da Vinci famous and with paintings on display for the world to see. He was young, younger than I, still with all the beauty and innocence of childhood yet in his eyes I saw something more something he had gone …show more content…
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“Esmé De Graff!” The painter shouted from the crow’s nest “Nice to see you up and about so early.”
“Which painting are you working on today?”
The painter grabbed onto a nearby rope and slid down.
“Whoa watch out!” I exclaimed as a sailor walked beneath his landing place and as his legs swung underneath him he struck the sailor in the back. The sailor yelped in pain and swore at the painter. “That’ll be fine.” The painter remarked as the sailor walked away. At that moment a gust of wind sent the waves splashing onto the
ship.
Tommy
The outside of the Hardenbrook was beautiful with its perfect gleaming hull, white cloth sails and the ship’s 50 cannons to protect against pirates. This ship was pride of the Dutch navy envied by all. That said you should never judge the book by its cover, everyone on this ship is horrible, from the dirty captain to the ugly stowaways hoping to escape the horrors of Sint Maarten. My only possessions were the cheap clothes on my back and the two pearl earrings on my ears. I used to own entire islands and had servants obeying my every word. Now I have nothing, my father, the governor of Sint Maarten was murdered by the natives of the islands. I was forced to escape to save my life from the spanish overthrowing us at Fort Amsterdam …show more content…
my home which I rightfully have rule over. How dare they do such a thing they have no power in Sint Maarten, no rights they don't deserve the island what is rightfully Dutch. I am the daughter of the most powerful man on Sint Maarten and the 10th most powerful in the Netherlands yet I am forced to live like a slave on a slave’s ship.
My parents have been asked for my hand in marriage numerous times and I have been to the highest court yet I am forced to live among the poor, with rejects of the society on the last ship away from Sint Maarten.
There has only been showed kindness from one member of the crew, painter of sorts he does not look poor like the rest of the crew. His paintings were amazing and the way he painted the light was even better. Today I watched him finish the painting of the Hardenbrook his brush strokes, a dancer, graceful, always perfect. On the darkest of days the painting still shone with immense beauty like that of a swan. He was planning to sell each painting for a measly guilder for he was not Leonardo Da Vinci famous and with paintings on display for the world to see. He was young, younger than I, still with all the beauty and innocence of childhood yet in his eyes I saw something more something he had gone …show more content…
through.
“Esmé De Graff!” The painter shouted from the crow’s nest “Nice to see you up and about so early.”
“Which painting are you working on today?”
The painter grabbed onto a nearby rope and slid down.
“Whoa watch out!” I exclaimed as a sailor walked beneath his landing place and as his legs swung underneath him he struck the sailor in the back. The sailor yelped in pain and swore at the painter. “That’ll be fine.” The painter remarked as the sailor walked away. At that moment a gust of wind sent the waves splashing onto the
ship.