The warship by Paul O’B

It was the year 1895 and my wife and I were about to go on our honeymoon until the ship we saw wasn’t a ship – it was a warship. We thought it was our ship but it turns out it wasn’t. We knew it was a warship because of the yelling, fire and explosions.

We got on the boat because I lied about the marriage because I’m 15. I ran away from home because my parents were so cruel. So we waited for a ship. Then the people in the ship threatened to shoot us until we told them what happened. They took us to Southampton. Now we are living our best life in England.

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