Caleb Ware
Mrs. Dyrvik
English 10/11
Hello, this is Caleb Ware reporting for the New York Chronicle. The year is not exactly known, yet I am led to believe it is in the 1930s, due to the things going on at this time. Right now I am down in Mexico, assigned to find this strange man who is said to be the last clergyman in Mexico. Since religion has been banned from this certain region, there are very few religious priest like people anymore. Hold on! I think I may have found him.. Yes I do indeed see this strange man walking in this hot, sunny day to the ports. Let us follow him and see what he is up to. Hm, right now he seems to be looking at the ship that's bound for Vera Cruz. Oh wait a minute, a guy has approached him and seems to be making conversation with him. Let's get closer and see if we can hear what they're conversing about. It seems the other guy's name Trench, a Mr. Trench. He appears to be a dentist of sorts, because they are talking about teeth and such. I can't tell if they've met before, because while Mr. Trench says he owes the other man something, they seem to act like complete strangers to each other. The strange man seems like he wants to board the ship, but seems hesitant at the same time. Huh, the stranger seems to be sick or something, because Mr. Trench keeps asking him if he wants to come to his house and rest a little before the ship sails. If I'm hearing correctly, it seems that the stranger is looking for his friend named Lopez, but Trench just said that Lopez was killed a few weeks ago. Hm, this is getting very interesting. Oh they've started to walk away. Quick! Let's follow them and see where they lead us to next. They seem to be looking at Trench's dentist office. Huh, now they're talking about his tools, and what he uses in his line of work. Now they're sitting down for a drink and conversation. This piece is going to be a fantastic story for my article, because I just can't get over the feeling that this strange man is running away from something that's haunting him, and this Trench guy seems to have something he's hiding from his past as well. Oh wait, a boy is knocking at their door. I can see Trench answering, but I can't hear what's going on. There's a little boy there talking to him, a bit anxiously if I'm right. Oh Trench and the boy are leaving.... [after a few moments, the stranger leaves as well]. Quick, let me sneak inside and hide somewhere so I can listen to what happened when he returns. Hm, exploring Trench's home, I can see he is really a professional at his job. Hold on! The stranger seems to have left this book on Trench's table. Oh boy... It's.. um.. about a Christian martyr... This guy is becoming more mysterious by the minute. Oh no, Trench is back already. Quick, let's sneak out the back. What will Trench think when he sees this banned book? Well, this is the end of journal 1. I have the feeling this will be a great piece for the New York Chronicle. Tomorrow, I will be back to explore and then journal about other series of things. This is Caleb Ware everyone, until next time.
Hey Caleb! I like how you impersonated a reporter who pursues information ruthlessly. Instead of asking questions, you chase and snoop. It is a very fitting persona, considering the heightened suspicion in Mexico during this story's setting. Very good job on your embodiment of a reporter; you also incorporated the story's events in a gripping and fast-paced style. A fun read for sure!
ReplyDeleteHi Caleb. I agree with Zach's comments. You do sound like a reporter snooping around for a story. Nice use of details from the novel to incorporate into your blog.
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