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shoulders. His red beard and mustache were neatly trimmed and he wore fine clothing, with a sword hanging from his side. I could see Tommy’s eyes fixed on the sword.
He grabbed the ears of both of the teenage boys and forced them to their knees. He spoke with authority and while twistingtheir ears he said, “I warned you Billington boys. I told you I wouldn’t put up with your nonsense. You will now tell these children the truth.”
Painfully, the boys spoke as fast as they could. “We didn’t see a shark.” “Ouch, or a seagull.” “We’re sorry for scaring you.” “Ow, it was just a fib.” “We were just teasing you.” “That really hurts, it won’t happen again. . . .”
“Thank you, Captain Standish, that will be enough,” said William Bradford.
Like two fish being released in a shallow pool, the boys darted for the other side of the darkened ship.
“Let me introduce you to Captain Myles Standish,” said William. “Captain Standish was with us in Holland. He will be handling our colony’s military matters in America.”
Tommy leaned close to me and whispered, “I’m glad he’s not our substitute teacher. He doesn’t mess around. My friend’s dad was in the military, and let’s just say no one wanted to get on his bad side. Captain Standish seems stricter than Principal Sherman.”
We exchanged introductions and Tommy immediately asked, “Will you teach me how to fight with a sword?”
“I’d be delighted,” said Myles, “but ear-twisting can also be very effective.” He winked and smiled while messing up Tommy’s hair. “When the weather gets better I can teach you the art of swordfighting on the upper deck.”
William asked Myles, “Have you seen Elder Brewster?”
“I believe he’s returned to the captain’s cabin to—”
Before Myles could finish his sentence a loud bell started to ring. “Ding, ding. Ding, ding. Ding, ding.” Through the open hatch we heard someone shout, “Man overboard!”
As we hurried to follow William and Myles back to the hatch and up the ladder, I noticed several families calling out for sons and daughters, husbands and wives. Like a hen rushing to gather her chicks, fathers and mothers were frantically searching for their own children, hoping whoever went overboard wasn’t one of their own.
We rushed up the ladder, through the hatch, and onto the upper deck. It was like we landed on a different planet. Although it was much brighter and the air much fresher, the wind was howling through the ropes and rigging, and giant waves looked like they could smother the Mayflower at any moment. We were drenched from the water spraying in every direction. We scrambled toward several sailors shouting and pointing at something in the water.
“He fell over the ship’s railing right there!” a sailor shouted.
An older man was barking orders to the crew and I assumed he must be the captain of the Mayflower. He was wearing a long coat with a stocking cap similar to what the sailors were wearing.
William called to the older man, “Captain Jones, look over there!” He pointed to a rope attached to the upper sail. “It looks like it’s dragging something.”
The captain looked doubtful but in a split second yelled at the crew, “Get that topsail halyard out of the water!”
I studied the end of the rope that was lost in the waves behind us. For a few seconds, I saw something that looked like a body lift up out of the water and then become consumed again by another wave.
“A man!” I shouted. “He’s hanging on to the end of that rope.” I wasn’t 100 percent sure but I believed William Bradford’s suspicion was correct.
“He’s caught in the rope. He’s already dead!” shouted a sailor. “Leave him for the sharks.”
“I give the orders around here, sailor!” shouted Captain Jones. “Get that halyard out of the water! And that man still better be on the end of it or I wouldn’t want to be you!”
Captain Jones’s voice
He grabbed the ears of both of the teenage boys and forced them to their knees. He spoke with authority and while twistingtheir ears he said, “I warned you Billington boys. I told you I wouldn’t put up with your nonsense. You will now tell these children the truth.”
Painfully, the boys spoke as fast as they could. “We didn’t see a shark.” “Ouch, or a seagull.” “We’re sorry for scaring you.” “Ow, it was just a fib.” “We were just teasing you.” “That really hurts, it won’t happen again. . . .”
“Thank you, Captain Standish, that will be enough,” said William Bradford.
Like two fish being released in a shallow pool, the boys darted for the other side of the darkened ship.
“Let me introduce you to Captain Myles Standish,” said William. “Captain Standish was with us in Holland. He will be handling our colony’s military matters in America.”
Tommy leaned close to me and whispered, “I’m glad he’s not our substitute teacher. He doesn’t mess around. My friend’s dad was in the military, and let’s just say no one wanted to get on his bad side. Captain Standish seems stricter than Principal Sherman.”
We exchanged introductions and Tommy immediately asked, “Will you teach me how to fight with a sword?”
“I’d be delighted,” said Myles, “but ear-twisting can also be very effective.” He winked and smiled while messing up Tommy’s hair. “When the weather gets better I can teach you the art of swordfighting on the upper deck.”
William asked Myles, “Have you seen Elder Brewster?”
“I believe he’s returned to the captain’s cabin to—”
Before Myles could finish his sentence a loud bell started to ring. “Ding, ding. Ding, ding. Ding, ding.” Through the open hatch we heard someone shout, “Man overboard!”
As we hurried to follow William and Myles back to the hatch and up the ladder, I noticed several families calling out for sons and daughters, husbands and wives. Like a hen rushing to gather her chicks, fathers and mothers were frantically searching for their own children, hoping whoever went overboard wasn’t one of their own.
We rushed up the ladder, through the hatch, and onto the upper deck. It was like we landed on a different planet. Although it was much brighter and the air much fresher, the wind was howling through the ropes and rigging, and giant waves looked like they could smother the Mayflower at any moment. We were drenched from the water spraying in every direction. We scrambled toward several sailors shouting and pointing at something in the water.
“He fell over the ship’s railing right there!” a sailor shouted.
An older man was barking orders to the crew and I assumed he must be the captain of the Mayflower. He was wearing a long coat with a stocking cap similar to what the sailors were wearing.
William called to the older man, “Captain Jones, look over there!” He pointed to a rope attached to the upper sail. “It looks like it’s dragging something.”
The captain looked doubtful but in a split second yelled at the crew, “Get that topsail halyard out of the water!”
I studied the end of the rope that was lost in the waves behind us. For a few seconds, I saw something that looked like a body lift up out of the water and then become consumed again by another wave.
“A man!” I shouted. “He’s hanging on to the end of that rope.” I wasn’t 100 percent sure but I believed William Bradford’s suspicion was correct.
“He’s caught in the rope. He’s already dead!” shouted a sailor. “Leave him for the sharks.”
“I give the orders around here, sailor!” shouted Captain Jones. “Get that halyard out of the water! And that man still better be on the end of it or I wouldn’t want to be you!”
Captain Jones’s voice
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