The Indentured Servant

HARRY'S P.O.V
As I feel the gentle rock of the ship rock me from side to side I can only notice the smell of rotting flesh and the stares of slaves pointed towards me.
I feel sorry for these people. Because although I can leave in a few years but them.....they're here for life.
"Why is you on dis here boat" one of the slaves ask me
"I'm an indentured servant" I tell him
"What dat is?" He ask
"I'm a slave" I tell him
I can feel the entire ship erupt in laughter and the vibration makes me feel uncomfortable
"HAY QUITE DOWN THERE!" one of the ship masters call down
The ship is instantly quieted. A few minutes go by before anyone says anything else to me...or in general
"I ain't neva heard of no white man bein no slave" an older toothless man said
"Well I get a dollar a day and I owe 900 so when I get to my 900th day I'm free to go" I tell the slaves
"I'm sorry that this happened to you all.....it's not fair"
I'm not really sure how many weeks go bye before I can see sunlight again
"GET OUT YA! WE'VE ARIVED!" A ship master calls down
I see a man about 37 with crocked teeth and a blue and red uniform with a brown satchel start to walk down some draw down steps with a riffle in hand
"ARE YOU DEAF!? I SAID GET!" He yells and we all scurry out to the deck
"ATTENTION! All of you are now in America! You are no longer free! You are now slaves!" One of the ship masters hollers out
"NOW I WANT ALL OF THE SERVANTS ON THE SIDE AND THE SLAVES ON THIS SIDE!" He yells
Everyone scurry's and at the end I'm the only servant
"STATE YOUR NAME SERVANT" He barks at me
"HAROLD EDWARD STYLES" I holler just as loud
"I'm going to need you up here with me" he says calmly but loud enough so that I still hear him
I take a gulp and start to walk up the steps. As I get to the top I see a man pull up his riffle and fire. I quickly duck only to notice he wasn't aiming at me. I hear a loud this hit the water an start to get up slowly
"ANY AND ALL SLAVES THAT TRY TO LEAVE WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT!" He yells to the entire group of slaves
"Harold, come with me" he says to me.
He walks over and unshackles my chains. He starts to walk towards a cabin on the deck and holds the door open me
"Well don't be shy" he says with a toothpick in his mouth giving a devilish grin
I walk into the cabin and stand at a table
"Sit Harold, would you like a beea?(beer)" He says
I start to notice a thick southern accent
"Yes please" I say trying to muster it as politely as I can already hating the man
"You don't belong with nig-" I cut him off
"Slaves"
He takes a long hard stare at me and leans back in his chair
"Apologies....those 'slaves'" he says "you don't belong with them so when we arrive in California in a owwa(hour), I want you to stick by me so you don't have to be bye them here nigg...slaves"
"Yes sir" I say
And hour passes by And we arrive at land and I'm automatically rechained
"Sorry Harold it's protocol"
I nodded my head and walk down a ramp leading to the new land.
They lead me to a horse and I get on. I look behind me and notice that the slaves are walking
"They aren't getting horses too?" I ask
Everyone one the horses burst out into laughter
"Them damn nigg-"
"SLAVES!" I cut him off
"You know what boy... I'm not sure who you thought you was raisin yo voice at, but I suggest you loose it before you get to your here masters" he says to me
I face forward and just decide to keep my mouth shut
A hour passes and 47 gunshots are fired. 45 slaves died on the walk
I see a GIANT house in the distance and I can tell that we're only about 30 minutes away
When we arrive at the house I can sense the faint smell of tobacco and oil
"MARCUS!" A man with a southern accent calls out from a balcony that rest on the front of the house
"NICHOLAS!" The man I seem to keep correcting says
"So how many did we have to get rid of?" Marcus ask him with a cigar in his mouth
"45" Nicholas says
"Not bad"Marcus tells him
He jogs down the steps leading from his balcony "Now who is this fine young gentleman" Nicholas ask Marcus
"This is Harold...he's indentured" Marcus answers
"How old are ya boy?" Nicholas ask me
"18 sir" I answer
"18? 18 ya say" he burst out in laughter"I have a boy about 16 old. I have the perfect thing for you" he takes a long puff of his cigar and blowed it into my face "you'll be my sons keeper. He needs someone to teach him to be a man, and I'm almost neva home so you'll be taking care of him"
"Yes sir" I say
"CHARLOTTE!" He screams and it makes the horse startled
A younger slave about 13 or so comes running up with terror stricken across her face
"Yes masta?"
I see his arm go up with a cane in hand and I quickly turn before I hear snapping wood
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG GIRL!" He screams and the sound brings back child hood memories
"I'ms sorry masta" she said with a bleeding lip
"Take Mr.Harold to Louis room so they cans be acquainted
"Yes masta" she says
Marcus unshackles me and the little girl grabs my hand only to lead me into the house
I walk up a flight of stairs and down a VERY long hallway
"This is masta Louis' room" she tells me "all you has to do is knock and introduce yoself Masta Harold"
I frown at her words "please don't call me that, just Harold" I tell her
"Yes masta....Harold" she tells me
She leaves me be and I'm left alone at the door. I take a deep breathe and just think that I'm finnaly away from those awful people, always hitting me. No matter how rich you are....your still human
I exhale and knock 3 times on the door. A few moments pass bye before I knock louder and harder
I hear moaning and I'm confused. I twist the handle and walk right in I see a boy with blonde hair in an oversized bed sleeping
I decide that I might as well wait until he wakes up. I pull up a chair and wait for him to wake up
Hmm....he's kinda cute

Notes

it took an entire year to finnaly post this...im so sorry