Angel Waka
I look up. Big white clouds float quickly above the treetops. They look different.
Not the cotton like ones I see every day. Walking curiously down to the beach,
I see a wooden block sitting on the rough sea. Along wood pole lead up to the clouds
I saw before. I hear men’s voices. A language I do not understand.
The priest was right…
The Angel Waka has come. White faced men appear on the beach. Angles have arrived.
People, things I’ve never seen before.The closer they come, the louder I get.
A man pulls out a stick and points it at me. Thinking it was a gift I got louder. Welcoming
them to my home.
BANG!! Pain hits me. Everything changes.
This piece of writing is based on the first landing of captain cook. This man was the first person who was shot.
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