I lived in a small island community which shares boundary with the Atlantic Ocean, living in a rural area in my village, a local community inhabited by the southern dwellers of Nigeria, growing up as a child we often go to the sea with our parent or elder to play at the beach, but we were warned never to go there on our own, because a lot of pirates come around ones in a while.

During this era was the slave trade era were some of our brothers and sisters were forcefully taking away. This made us device our own weapons to counter this pirates who come into our lands.

Dad Captured

My dad was a prominent man in the village and a well respected warrior, unfortunately he was taken by this pirates and we never know if he will ever return or if he is dead. When this happened I was barely 15years but I still remember his teachings about visiting the beach.

A day came when the elders of the community decided to saddle the responsibility on me as a commanding officer, I was old enough and was 24 years old, I have proven my self worthy in battles, hunting and physical trainings as a warrior of our kingdom.

Battle Time

It was over 9years since we last saw the pirates in our environment, one crazy day we saw one of our guards running back to our kingdom screaming they are coming. This had a huge weight on my shoulders because I am the leader of the army, I had always prepared for the return of the pirates but never knew it will happen that day, I mobilized my troops with our local weapons which has poisons in them. We mounted at the side of the beach waiting to strike, when this pirates got close, we attacked them sadly we lost some of our men but we were able to capture their leader.
We took about 20 of them into our community and the rest of them ran away.
This men were all white men who came from Britain, we held them hostage and told them the only way we could release them is if they bring back our people and never come into our land again, or we will kill them. The leader agreed after we Tortured him several times, then we saw him with a transmitter which he use in communicating with his people on the other side, I was hopeful I could see my dad ones again and my brothers and sisters who were taking always from us.

The return

After some days we noticed some ships heading towards our island, I took my warriors along with our hostages so we could do a swap, then behold I saw my people even my dad and the swapping went fine without any fight, this was how we were able to chase the pirates away from our island.
That day our village had a huge party and I was crown with a symbol of honor, I felt really fulfilled and happy to reunite with my dad again.

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