STRANGE THINGS
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Ten year old ‘John Taylor’s nickname given to him by his grandfather is Barbo, he calls him this until he died, he was a loving old man, and this made John feels special. As I Slowly crept up to grandfather having his afternoon nap under the large oak tree by the kitchen, he opens his eyes as I approached. Hello Barbo why are you creeping up on me? I said nothing. Come sit lad he said, and reach into his shirt pocket for his white clay pipe and tobacco, and place them on his lap. Pick up his cup of cold black coffee that grandmother place besides him when he was half a sleep. He took a sip and look at John again. Grandfather Sir. Can you tell me why no one is allowed to go down the valley alone? Barbo he said, and paused as he took a puff on his pipe. “Barbo keep out of the valley son.” Why sir? “Barbo don’t you ever go into the valley alone.” There are strange things in that valley. What strange things sir? Barbo he whispered. “The ghost of evil pirates, are still in the valley,” and he paused again as if searching for the right words to tell me.
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Ten year old ‘John Taylor’s nickname given to him by his grandfather is Barbo, he calls him this until he died, he was a loving old man, and this made John feels special. As I Slowly crept up to grandfather having his afternoon nap under the large oak tree by the kitchen, he opens his eyes as I approached. Hello Barbo why are you creeping up on me? I said nothing. Come sit lad he said, and reach into his shirt pocket for his white clay pipe and tobacco, and place them on his lap. Pick up his cup of cold black coffee that grandmother place besides him when he was half a sleep. He took a sip and look at John again. Grandfather Sir. Can you tell me why no one is allowed to go down the valley alone? Barbo he said, and paused as he took a puff on his pipe. “Barbo keep out of the valley son.” Why sir? “Barbo don’t you ever go into the valley alone.” There are strange things in that valley. What strange things sir? Barbo he whispered. “The ghost of evil pirates, are still in the valley,” and he paused again as if searching for the right words to tell me.
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My name is Eric Lynch. I was born in
The story I was told about my forefathers is that they were pirates and slaves, and that my great-grandfather came home many times with cuts on his arms and body from when he fought the Spaniards for their gold.
There is no way to prove or disprove the stories I was told because no records were kept about the slaves in