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​​Fashionhawk Plans and text for Crogan story
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"I HAVE HAD IT!" cried Eric, feeling his rage boil up inside of him like a hot kettle.

"Aw... poor little Eric sounds just like his mummy."-Fred sneered-"When she was alive, loser!"

Eric felt the little puffy veins in his eyes fill with the hot blood that was trapped inside them. The jerk had punched a huge hole in his heart. A thick matt of dark hair hid his salty tears.

Any minute now… He would explode into bits and pieces of fire.

His fist was a heavy iron cannonball and - although he didn't know it - Fred was lighting the fuse. A small moment of peaceful silence and...

'BANG!'

One second had passed, leaving Fred with an ugly face and a lucky escape; now there was only a tiny cloud of dust where he had been knocked to the cold, and hard ground.

"That...was for mom..." Eric said with a heavy voice.

"You could have told me about him son", came a deep male voice from behind him.

"I'm sorry dad, I... I...I-" stuttered Eric.

"How long has this kid been picking on you at school, Eric?" Mr.Crogan had cut him off in mid-sentence.

"A while..."

"A while?" Mr Crogan questioned hardly.

" 'bout six weeks, maybe seven..."

Eric started choking on his sobs.

"He wouldn't stop picking on me... and I didn't want to be a tattletale."

"Mum was..." Eric broke into tears.

"I know,” said Dad softly," He deserved it."

He tried changing subject.

"You know, that's one good fist you have there. The impact was amazing! It reminds me of- you know what, never mind…"

"No, tell me dad."

"It reminds me of..."

Story
1916. My name Is John Tolliver Crogan.It was a cold night as I was flying through the North Sea. It was dark, and the only company I had was me, myself, and the Airco DH.2. The cold night air had bit at my nose and the rain had stung my head ... RAIN!!! This was no good, rain meant a storm was coming, and a storm meant *gulp* big trouble. I was running out of time as I was approaching a humongous storm cloud. To think I could be the first pilot to fly across the Atlantic and survive. CRACK! Lightning had struck and one of my blades had caught fire. I had to think fast...I had to jump. I had to jump at the right moment or it was going to end very badly. I had jumped out of the plane with my arms tight against my body with my fingers crossed. As soon as I hit the water the pain had rushed through my body. I truly thought I was about to die that day, but I told myself that I could not let myself die ... not today. I was determined to stay alive, I swam as hard as I could until my I felt my arms no more. My consciousness was fading away from me ... and in a few minutes of vigorous swimming, I was out cold...

Cough! Cough! I woke up on a strange island in the middle of the ocean. I looked at my surroundings ... I found a good sized stick, and I used a stone to sharpen it to a point as a fishing spear. On my first attempt I failed horribly, I had thrown the spear directly at the fish but it didn't land. I tried and tried for what seemed for hours and still no luck I finally gave up. I knew that if I didn't get any food I would soon die. I felt weak and very tired so I decided to just wait for help.

I waited and waited but no help came until I saw a giant cloud of smoke coming from a ship! I was saved! I dropped to my knees and realized, It was a german boat. I quickly thought of a plan, first I would strip of all evidence of my support to the British, secondly I would make a decent german accent, and lastly I would pretend to have drifted off into the ocean and ended up on the beach.

As they arrived I felt an unusual feeling of cold electricity passing through my whole body. I pulled myself together and marched over there. As I approached them a strong looking man with intimidating eyes spoke to me, he said " My name is Axel and yours?" "John Tolliver Crogan" "Hmmm and may I ask what you are doing on this island?" " Well sir, I was minding my business when I was knocked out, and perhaps thrown into the ocean, and drifted into the sea from there I had swam to a nearby island and now here I am." " Peculiar, and how will you be getting home?" " I was wondering sir, if maybe you could take me back to Dublin?"

dier women

Location: Boat

Goal: To marry the girl

Impediment: She has a german husband watching over her and he has a gun if she breaks up with him and goes with John

Solution: Near to the english shore, they pretend to fall of the boat and die but they secretly swim to the shore and go to John's sweet cottage.