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Hi, Carter Just to say the story is great,but napoleon didn't go to brazil. Strawberry

Plan

Characters: Geoffrey (marksman) Location: Secret hideout Goal: To disguise himself by having a Mohican and hopes Police don't find him. Impediment: The enemies find Geoffrey by following him in the woods. Solution: Make a secret tunnel in a cave for his escape but make a trap for the deputy on the way out.

Story

It was 1815 and there was a blanket of blood that spread across the soft dirt and sticky mud. There was smoke that filled the air like oxygen that was coloured grey and even closing your bursting ears wouldn't fade the hard screams and pain of men in the Napoleonic war. The location was Brazil and Napoleon, a great powerful French leader, already conquered many countries and had no problem capturing more of them with his gigantic army he had collected over the years. Brazil was prepared to give up except for a man named Geoffrey Crogan. Geoffrey was a sharpshooter, the best of the best. He could shoot a man from 100 yards away without looking once. This man could shoot so well he could make it look easy, and trust anyone that says it isn't.

So, Napoleon has been a great fighter and his name has rolled down to the rest of the world. Brazil heard of his name and his fights he had lived through and won. Brazil knew that Napoleon was coming for them next, and freaked out. They were hoping for their army to protect them, but the problem was that when the statement said all of Brazil is freaked out, that, unfortunately, included the army. Geoffrey Crogan wasn't in the army; he was a farm-boy in a small town. His father was old and weak so Geoffrey worked every day on his own.

When Geoffrey was 10, a man gave him a marble and a slingshot, knowing that Geoffrey was tired and lonely. So, every evening, after he ate, (which he did very quickly) he would put the milk bucket on the old fence, stand back, and shoot the marble at the bucket. Geoffrey missed the first few shots but after a few minutes, he started to hit it. He continued this every day for ten minutes before he had to go back to work. When Geoffrey was 15, his father died, so he was determined to make a living and do something important.

Soon, he was twenty, and instead of marbles, he tried little pebbles, and didn't miss an inch. He sold milk and meat on the streets, but didn't make much money, but he knew if he could save it up, he could start his life. Geoffrey turned twenty-five and began to get impatient, so he started to travel to a bigger town, with only his slingshot, marble, and change. He eventually found a town, a gigantic one. He thought it was so big, it probably wasn't even a town, it was probably a whole city! With his money in hand, he walked up to a person holding a rifle, selling it for thirty-five dollars and fifty cents with free ammo. Geoffrey thought it was the most interesting object he has seen in his whole life. He had only thirty-one dollars and fifty cents. Geoffrey walked up to the man and asked him if he could buy it for what he had but the man said that it is only sold for thirty-five dollars and fifty cents because of the free ammo. Geoffrey had a great idea; he said to the man that he will trade his slingshot and the money for the rifle and ammo. The man agreed and gave him the rifle. The next day, his back was hurting after having to sleep on the grass next to a big apple tree. Geoffrey began to get hungry so he had an idea to get the apple off the apple tree, but all the apples were too high. Then, Geoffrey started to think of a way to get one of the apples down. First he tried to hit the tree, which didn't work out to well because it was a big tree. Second, he tried jumping as high as he can, which obviously didn't work. Last, he got out his rifle to shoot it down, but he had a big problem. He didn't want to feel a bullet in his throat when he ate the apple so he had a great plan! He would have to shoot the twig that was holding up the apple, but the twig was extremely thin but he tried anyway. With a great wish to eat, he shot the bullet and hit it! He ate the sweet apple with glee, not noticing that a man was watching out by the house down the street, smiling happily. This man was a general, collecting sign-ups for the army. The general ran toward Geoffrey and said that he was the perfect man for the war, a pure sharpshooter. Geoffrey, who was afraid of dying, refused his offer. Then the general started to plead, but Geoffrey didn't think being in war could make enough money for his life, so he declined. After an hour and a half, he accepted, thinking that if he was good at it, he would live. He traveled down with him to a big truck to the army training station. He thought he was the only one so far, but he was wrong. When he got to the training station there were about three-hundred people outside, training and sweating like pigs, and that didn't count the people in their cabins and in the back of the building! He was assigned a room and bed, and then he knew that when he wakes up, there would be no turning back. Geoffrey trained for three weeks mostly shooting his gun at far and small objects. The next day, he was ready for war.

The army went as a group, marching down the road heading to the mountain side. Geoffrey, who trained to be a sharpshooter, ran faster then the others, running down the hill up a tall tree. They heard drums beating as if a group of elephants were charging up the mountain. Then, Geoffrey saw a glimpse of the French, then the British caught a sight as well and the war had started and there was a blanket of blood that spread across the soft dirt and mud. There was smoke that filled the air like oxygen that was colored grey and even closing your ears wouldn't fade the hard screams and pain of men in the Napoleonic war.