The Year of the Hangman – Period 2 Mr Moshé January 10, 2007 The Year of the Hangman – Period 22008-03-13T14:12:54-05:00 The Year of the Hangman 65 Comments THIS THREAD IS FOR 2nd PERIOD STUDENTS ONLY. PLEASE POST TO THIS THREAD IF YOU ARE IN MR. Moshé’s 2ND PERIOD CLASS. Related Posts The Year of the Hangman Discussion Topics for Pages 131-186 Period 2 Discussion Area
* My 10 word vocabulary story: *
As I sat in the *windowpane* and stared out of my cell, I kept thinking back to everything that happened before. I was now at the police *quarters*, about to go up to the *scaffold* that was set for me. What happened is all a big blur to me now. I remember a *mastiff* came up to me and began sniffing, I was a *gauche*, back then, a *wastrel*. A bunch of big, tall men came with *muskets*. The *wharf* was blanketed with officers. The *rigging* cleared as they took me away. Now as I am about to step onto this scaffold I saw as the police opened the *vessel* and I got ready to die.
My 10 words are Cargo, Vessels, Quarterdeck, Hull, Quarters, Lad, Windowplain, Harbor, Main Deck, and Wharf
The young LAD awoke apon the VESSEL he origanaly departed on, he was forced to use the CARGO hold, as his sleeping QUARTERS; do to the small amount of space and the large amount of people on trying to reach the colonies. I here a shout and i quickly run up to the MAIN DECK. As I reach the top i can here the water hitting the HULL of the ship and people crowded by the QUARTERDECK “LAND HO!” i here one of my shipmates yell out and i rush over and look to see a WHARF. I run over to the captains room and knocked on WINDOWPLAIN in the small window on the door. i yell out to him “we’ve reached the HARBOR! our journey is over!”
One VESSEL on sale for only 100 CHILLINGS!! It comes fully equiped with a dozen load of MUSKETS! For your safety we even threw in a
MASTIFF to help you catch the unwanted YANKEES, and help you put them on that SCAFFOLD!! It’s pulled up to the dock so you can see the beautiful WINDOWPANES!! The total opposite of a GAUCHE ship. We will let you walk across the GANGWAY to aboard the beauty!! So come and check it out and maybe you will be invited into the QUARTERDECK!!!!
Hoping that the CLERGYMAN’S end wouldn’t be as dreadful as Sir Shoplee’s, he decided to take a run for it and ride as CARGO in the local VESSEL to the colonies to get away from his execution at the GALLOWS. Once in the ship, a sailor requested a few SHILLINGS from him but seeing as he didn’t carry any on him he had to ride on the QUARTERDECK near the view of nearest SCAFFOLD where 2 men were being hanged. The GANGWAY was closing when the captain standing on the MAIN DECK called out the Clergyman’s name. The Clergyman wasn’t sure whether to go or stay, scared that turning himself in would result in an automatic execution. He looked through the WINDOWPANE to see if the Captain was still standing on the Main Deck, however he was gone and it seemed as if the searchers that were looking for him had given up or gone elsewhere to search. He took one last look towards the scaffold anything was better than dying and he told himself that even though he had committed treason he wanted his life to be given one last shot in the new land, the colonies.
Here is my story:
As I was on the MAIN DECK watching the the LADS loading a MUSKET onto the ship on the HARBOR from the WINDOWPANE. I saw CARGO VESSELS facing the QUARTERS. Seeing a ship stranded on the sand I could even the HULL above water, with a GALLOW onboard.
I was awakened by the weird swaying of the boat. I rushed up to the MAIN DECK thinking of the worst. I thought right; we were in the eye of a dangerous storm. The VESSEL moved back and forth with such force that I couldn’t stand up properly. Our MASTIFF whined and shook its head making its ears flop side to side. “You, LAD!” a pirate said to get my attention. “Get to your QUARTERS immediately, we need all the help we can get. I hesitated for a second then rushed to the to the sail’s ropes. I was blinded by the heavy rain. I feared that we won’t make it to the HARBOR in time. The ship tilted right and the barrels rolled to one side of the boat. Then it tilted to the left, the CARGO flew off the ship causing it to snap the HULL in two. Soon, the thousands of SHILLINGS followed and flew into the water with a splash. “NO! All that work of stealing!” I screamed making me lost my balance and slide off the ship. “Man overboard!!!” I heard someone yelled but no one could help me. I tried to swim to the surface but a underwater TORRENT forced me downwards plus the heavy metal MUSKET strapped to my side made it difficult to swim. I can’t breath and past out, what a terrible faith.
This one specific lad the mere age of 14 had to take control of his families business due to his father being wounded by a musket on an american trade vessel, then later being hung by the gallows. All because a British army thought his cargo consisted of shillings and other goods to help america out in the war. Sam the young man who now had to take over his fathers ocean trade had to pay much of his family’s money to fix the boat, mostly the damages to the framework, and the captains quarters where the British fought his father when they boarded him. The eight-teen pounder the British used to fire at this mere trade ship did much damage to the hull but fortunatly didnt touch the maindeck. After the repairs were done Sam managed to keep the buisiness going and make a living for his family.
Charles P. why do you also write stories that involve murder, death, & gross things?
To young English LADS, named Hale & Bob loved to play hangman by the GALLOWS. They would always play & who ever lost would have to through a rock at a VESSEL that was in the port at the time; once Hale hit a WINDOWPANE & broke it, they had to pay the Captin back. Hale’s dad (Captin John Hale Black) owned a ship called the S.S Rose; after his mother Rose. Hale helps his dad by loading & unloading CARGO & other things. Hale also, helps his dad repair damages to the HULL of the ship. He gets paid four SHILLINGS an hour. Hale & Bob like to sleep in the captin’s QUARTERS, when they go on trips. They also, hang out & chill on the sunny MAINDECK of the ship.
My story begins in the quarters deck of a vessel. While we were docked in the wharf and unloading cargo a man snuck abard and stabbed our captain with his musket! He then began to cut through the rigging and climb the scaffold. I let out a torrent of indignation then followed him to the mast. The hull of the ship rocked back and forth while we had a sword fight with the crew cheering me on. After killing him and drinking his blood from his very skull as was custom after winning fights such as that I found out he was my father by the captain’s dying breath and that he had thought the captain had kidnapped me.
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i was walking up toward the harbor and i came upon 3 lads!. They were aboard the vessel, 1 was on the main deck and 2 were in the quarterdeck.Then a hand from behind me, grabbed me and blinded me with fabric and stuffed me into a large cabin! The guy murrmered in my ear. “If you be quiet i will give you 5 shillings”. Then boom a big cargo box was thrown on board… I thought to my self i need to get out of here..I searched for any beer bottles, or anything that would brake the windowpane.. I broke it and climed out, Still with the fabric over my eyes. i ripped it off. and saw them playing the gallows as i was just watching them. Then 1 of the lads saw me and darted at me ! as i ran for safty. i jumped down the gangway and into the water. and from there on i was stranded in the middle of the atlantic ocean.
Dear, Captain Washington
It has been along time when we ever talk like maybe even 30 years. I remember when I use to be a young lad and became a wastrel on gambling on all of my money. The clergyman told me I should start a new beginning and a new journey. The next day I remember I took my last walk on land it was on the gangway just boarding on the ship and watching the sailors board all the cargo. But as I boarded the ship I look at the windowpane to get at my mother with tears in her eyes. I felt like crying myself. But as years past I remember a storm was brewing and torrents. It was crazy and many of did not survive but luckily you save my life. You took me to the main deck because the quarterdeck was flooded. And I remember for my birthday you got me my first gun a musket. But this letter is to show you my thanks.
It was our second day on our voyage.We were in the harbor and the winds were very stong.All the sailors were on the main deck of the ship,when they spotted several pirates.The captain sent Jon to go in the cargo to steer the ship.All of a sudden there was a torrent in the water,making the boat hard to steer.Right there and then the quarterdeck of the boat destroyed.The captain came up to me and goes lad please help us defeat those pirates.So I went to the vessel of the ship and started to shot,but the fog was very moist and thick so he couldnt see them.Then there was a wharf and all of a sudden the pirates were gone.
A powerful torrent sprayed water on the windowpain from which I was viewing the outside world. We were hundreds of miles away from the harbor we set sail from, as the vessel rocked through the waves and I felt the collision underneath my quarters. with 10 shillings and an eighteen-pounder fish, my mother had bought me a ticket and thrown me on the main deck, for reasons I may never know. The ship carried no caro, only hundreds of young soldiers with muskets passed down from their fathers. When I come back home, I will demand an explanation. That is, if I ever come back.
Here is my story:
The glimmer of twilight flickered through the scarlet shards of the windowpane of my quarters as my mind wandered off to the scaffold nearest to the wharf. Mindlessly, my eyes crept towards my bloodstained palms, just like the gentle tide embraces the shore. They still reek with the stench of bloodshed. Now glazing upon the wilted hull of the starboard, revealed by the shimmers of the dull moonlight, seeds of scorns towards the Crown was planted. Has the King’s greed sealed our death?
I clench my thumping head as sudden hollers of my crew clawed at my flesh. Abruptly, a reminiscence of the our eighteen-pounders versus their muskets aboard the main deck raided my uneasy mind as a down rush of sweat flooded my forehead. The thick, overcast of smoke from the gunpowder smothered the whole vessel , which dragged most of my crew to Davy Jones’ Locker. I clenched the slimly sheets of cloth, torn from their fishing nets as the sight of my brother laying in a puddle of fresh blood stirred in my mind. Why were we order to seize mere merchants’ cargo on no offences?
The minutes oozed on. There wasn’t a sound left on the deck, at least around me that was. I was about to doze off, however a splash of water knocked me off guard. The air was stale, as if a storm is brewing nearby. Thus, I peered out of the stained glass to discover a torrent blazing directly towards the ship! It pierced the orlop deck, and engulfed the entire ship down under. Thankfully, the roof of my prison shredded and was used as a raft.
The blustering sun absorbed almost all of my strength. It seemed like a era slugged Father Time, delaying the end. I was unconscious when a mini sign of salvation leaked over my red coat, thanks to a hefty seagull. White, sandy beaches and clear blue water edged nearer and nearer. Oh, I wished I had the strength to paddle towards shore, but I could barely move an inch.
I only survived because the Americans nursed me back to health. So I don’t care any bloody thing you say about them! I will never bow down to the Crown again! “Silence you nitwit! I’ve been longing to introduce this blade to your neck for years.”, a masked man voiced as he swung his vigorous axe across the Red coat’s throat. “Finally, this rogue found his place in life.”, the masked man chuckled. The mournful crowd turned pale and bowed their heads in respected. They understood the former Red Coat’s decision and annually place roses in the shore near he was beheaded.