The Life of David Yellowfish

The Beggining...
It was a quiet night on the island of Port Royal. Yet something big was happeneing. Mr.Yellowfish closed down his tavern The Rowdy Rooster. As he rushed home he could smell the warm smell of supper in the near by homes. He ran as the cool wind slapped his face. He swung open the house door as if he was in a rage. There sat Mrs. Yellowfish... David was being born.

Early life of David
David was 2 months old when the tradijy happened. Jarod (Mr. Yellowfish's best friend) was visiting to see the baby. All of the sudden out the the misty darkness came a Spanish ship. The spanish climbed to the shores of beach. They lit each house on fire, killing everyone. The British could not hold them off for long. Soon enough they reached david's house. As they were running Jarod grabbed David. Mr, Mrs Yellowfish and Jarod Sprinted out. The roof of the house collasped at the last second, where Mr. and Mrs. yellowfish lay today. Jarod had no time to look back, he bursted in rage running through the town holding David. He was sprting now, the cold wet fog hit his face, stung his eyes. They soon faound a house and hid... They were safe.


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