first blog post cont.

Since I have never been in that kind of situation it's hard to know exactly what I would be feeling. I imagine curiosity being the first emotion I would feel when the slavers came. They would be so different, so unlike me. Everything about them from ships, clothes, language and skin would be alien to me. It would be kind of like a Men from mars setting where the aliens come and start killing people for no apparent reason. I would probably be feeling like the people in those horror films. What in the world is going on? How can I protect myself? Can I find a way to make these aliens go away? Can they be killed? Since I had no way to stop the slavers, the feeling of terror and hopelessness would be almost tangible. The society I had known for my entire life would be crumbling around my ears with no way to stop it. Because they would take the strongest people from our tribe, the village would be vulnerable to another raid.
To be captured by the slavers would be any ones worst nightmare. I would have heard stories about the cruelties of what was going to happen, some exaggerated into myth but most true. Walking with chains for miles with no humane comforts, being taken into a large building that was unlike anything anyone had ever seen, shoved into a small dark room for days sometimes weeks, would be enough to break my soul. It would be dark and hopeless without any comfort. Life would pass by in agonizing seconds with anything human taken away from you. It would be an animal like existence, being unable to make decisions or even wash one’s self. And the diseases. People would be dying constantly from them. We couldn't give them proper burials so they were left to be eaten by wild animals. In the fort I saw a person die right in front of my eyes. I wished it was me. When it’s loading time they take you through tunnel after tunnel one at a time, making you bend down when you go through doorways. Then you would see the sun. It had been a long time since I saw the sun. It would be blinding. Blinking a couple of times would expose the terrible scene before me. I would never see my loved ones again. I saw the little boat that would carry me to the waiting ship. The people who go on those boats never came back. There were sharks in the water, I could see their fins. I could jump over board. No there are sharks. We could push the alien over. Then the other aliens would shoot and recapture us. We don't know how to row the boat. I got into the small boat, looked at my home land for the last time, and then was put on the white ship.
No more light. No more air. There were too many bodies for such a small space. They wouldn’t let you move much. I just lied there with chains connecting me to the people on my right and left. I urinated where I was. The stench was unbearable. Oh to die. It would be so nice to just give up, stop living to just be the gain of these cruel men. Besides what would happen after the ship took us to where we were going? There would be no hope for a better situation. I would just die.