Sir-William Morgan, My Story; I was born on July 11, 1657 in Llanrhymney, Glamorgan, Wales. At the time of me birth, me Father, Thomas Edward Morgan, was an 18 year old merchant sailor. Well, thats what me Mum told me. Me Mother was a 14 year old lass from Aberdeen, Scotland. Kyla Scarborough Morgan. Me Grandfather, Sir Edward Morgan was a General in the Royalist Army. I guess you could say that fightin was in me blood. Me two Great Uncles, Thomas and Robert Morgan were also military men. 15 months after me birth, me sister came into being. Alison Blair Morgan. So here was me young Mum, pretty much left to herself to care for us.. She did have the help of me Aunt, Mary Elizabeth Morgan. So ya might say that it was like I had two Mums. About a year or so after me Sister was born, we received word that me Father had been killed. Some reports were that he died in a battle at sea. Others say he was hung on execution dock as a pirate. We never really knew one way or the other. We never seen his earthly remains. In 1663 Me Grandfather was named the Deputy Governor of Jamaica. So me Mother, Sister and I moved with the family to Port Royal. Me Fathers Cousin, Henry Morgan, was already livin there and was the Captain of a ship. He was a Privateer. At such a young age I really didnt know what that was, I just knew that I really wanted to go with him on one of his adventures. He and I grew really close. He taught me to fight, use a blade and to shoot. It really seemed to come pretty easy for me. He gave me a cutlass and pistol of me own, so that I could practice, under the supervision of me Grandfather, when he was at sea. I became very good friends with the men of his crew. Hard livin men. But, they sorta took me in as one of their own. In 1664 my Grandfather felt the need to go fightin, restless with the easy life of his office. While he was away he died of a heart attack. During which time My Aunt Mary Elizabeth married her cousin, Henry. Now he was me cousin and me uncle. I begain going aboard the ships and learnin about life on the sea. I also became friends with a 5 year old friend of my sisters. an english girl named Bethany. It was the first time in my 6 years of life that I begain to notice how pretty a girl like Bethany was. I remember this day well. It was the day that changed my life forever. I was bout nine years old my Mum wanted me to go with her to the market so that I could help carry her purchases. Blair and Bethany were tagging along to help, laughin and being girls, as we walked the streets of Port Royal. Port Royal was a tough town. You could smell a mixture of horse dung, piss, sweat and rum in the air. There were men layin on the walkway, still sleep from the night before. You could hear people laughin and yellin from the taverns as horses and buggies went up and down the roadway. There was this man, Artis Johnson who was watchin me Mum as we walked passed. Mum at this time was 23 years old. Men were always noticin her, so I really didnt concern myself with Artis Johnson. He started followin us, whistelin and sayin stuff about my Mum that he really shouldnt be sayin. He reached for her add grabbed her arm pullin her to him. He pushed her against a wall. He laughed as she tried to get away. Then he put his nasty mouth on hers and was forcing her to kiss him. I hit him as hard as I could. He just pushed me away. He was tryin to get his hand under Mums dress. groanin like he was in pain. I knew that he was bout to try to have his way with her and I had to stop him. By now I was mad. Heat was risin up my neck to my face. I hit him one last time. As he turned to knock me away, I pulled my primed pistol and shot Artis Johnson in the forehead. He dropped in a heap and I kicked him as hard as I could in the back of the head, but, he never felt it. At nine years old I killed Artis Johnson and I was happy that I did. My mother grabbed me and hugged me tight, takin my pistol from my hand. She just knelt there for a while rocking back and forth as she held me in her arms. all the while, folks were runnin to where we and Artis were. The authorities took me to the dry goods store and started askin me questions bout what happened. I was answerin them truthfully. Then they shackeled my hands and took me to jail. I was supposed to see the judge the next mornin. But, that night three of my Uncles crewmen broke me out, killin the two guards and got me to the ship. we sailed out prior to sun up. For two weeks, I sailed with my Uncle and crew as the Gunners Mate, til my name was cleared in Port Royal for protectin me Mum. By now I had fallen in love with the sea. The feelin of the deck rockin with the movement of the ship. Hearin the ropes groan as they pulled against the full sails. My life at sea had begun.
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