The Island Of The Sea Bulls

The island is where I used to go with my father who was chief of the tribe to whom I belong to. One day we went as usual to hunt for Sea Bulls and we see this boat whom has white men on it(this is just the way the indians talked back in the old days). They were wierd to us because we had never had white men on the island before. My father Chief Wangony which was his secret name his really name was Chog. The white men seemed very nice not mean or crude or anything like that. They asked if they could take shelter on our island so they could hunt seal. My father told them that if they were going to hunt on there island and take shelter on our land that they were going to have to give us half of what they hunted the captain said that it was a deal. So the white men set up there camp and there were watched at all time from dawn to dusk. They were there for two weeks and then when they were putting there share on there boat they were about to put our share on the boat to and then my father said what are you doing with our share then they started to fight with there khives and there other weapons they all started to fight. Most of the white men had better weapons and pretty much better everything. Then after the white men left, all the bodys of most of the men in our village were on the beach. A lot were wounded, but most of them never got up and my father was one of them. Then everyday from that day on I went to were the Sea Bulls lived! In memory of my died father!