The Death Of Our Village

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When I was young our village was much different than the hell we are in now. It all began when me and some other children were playing on the beach. We suddenly saw something floating in the distance. It appeared to be an enemy ship approaching, but as it was drawn further in by the rolling tide, we could make out outlines of a human figure. Slowly but surely the waves pushed the mysterious being onto the shore. We dragged him over to the sand. Water began to sprout from his mouth like a newly dug up spring. With little sputtered coughs he vomited the sea water all out. His eyes shot open shocking us all. With all his might he tried to raise his body, only to be lose out to his exhaustion. With all the commotion gone, we were able to…show more content…
We did not even have to clean off his face to know that the dead man was a stranger. The village was made up of only twenty-odd wooden houses that had stone courtyards with no flowers and which were spread about on the end of a desert-like cape. There was so little land that mothers always went about with the fear that the wind would carry off their children and the few dead that the years had caused among them had to be thrown off the cliffs. But the sea was calm and bountiful and all the men fitted into seven boats. So when we found the drowned man we simply had to look at one another to see that we were all there. That night the men did not work at sea. While the men went to find out if anyone was missing in neighboring villages, the women stayed behind to care for the drowned man. The woman took the mud off with grass swabs, they removed the underwater stones entangled in his hair, and washed him with soap and water. As they were doing that we noticed that the vegetation on him came from faraway oceans and that his clothes were in tatters, as if he had sailed through labyrinths of coral. But only when they finished cleaning him off did we become aware of the kind of man he was and it left them breathless. He was the tallest, strongest, most virile, and best built man we had ever seen. We could not find a bed in the village large enough to lay him on nor was there a table solid enough to use for him. The tallest men 's
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