Empire Island: A Short Story

It was foreseen that these people would bring the end with them in their ships. The prophecy was ignored and they would all pay the ultimate price. Tensions were high as the ships came inland. The Hawaiian people didn’t exude their normal hospitality towards these strange newcomers. The men aboard the ships didn’t seem to care either as they had already claimed this land “Hawaii” as their own.

As the men unloaded their ships the people saw that is wasn’t just men aboard the ship, there were women, children, and animals, even some who resembled the native people. The Hawaiians were eager to know what their intentions were. As everyone started to gather around the ships, Captain James Cook informed the natives through his white translator George. Cook began to speak, “Greetings people of Hawaii, I am James

Money doesn’t make everything better. Once they strip our home of everything we have is it still our home?” asked Billy. Kip didn’t understand what Billy was trying to say. “There was an old prophecy that warned us about this.” Said Billy.

“Prophecy about what?” Kip replied.

“The land will rebirth itself if man tries take from it for personal gain.” Said Billy. Kip still wasn’t following. George stumbled into the room and looked very sweaty and pale. “I don’t know what’s happening, everyone is sick, there are insects swarming, the tides are coming in really high. You two can’t go out there!” he pleaded. Kip ran over to his father.

“What do you mean, what’s happening?” cried Kip.

“This is what was prophesized, if somebody doesn’t act fast we’ll all be dead.” Warned Billy. George was almost instantly swelling and covered with blisters that were oozing pus. He was barely able to move or speak when he uttered his last words, “Listen to your grandfather.” As he pointed to Billy.

Kip was frightened. How could this prophecy be true? How could his Father just drop dead within a matter of minutes? Where was his mother? What was he going to do