Made by Me and LivDoggy
In 1788 was the first Fleet. German shepherd Earthquake had been a convict before, this is his journal. 1801, I was a convict German shepherd dog. Convicted for stealing gold and gems. Once on the boat, I tried to escape, but no, no chance at all. The food was un-plenty, water tanks were nearly empty, disease's everywhere, until they started treating us the right way. Giving us yummy food, plentiful water, and dry, clean conditions. But one day, something extremely disappointing happened! Earthquake went through the boat looking for the captain, until a nice-tailed cat appeared. The cat of nine tails. "I'm the cat of nine tails, don't you see, but it's my big brother to watch out for, not lil ol' me!" she said grinning evilly. "You've been naughty" "I've heard of you! What do you want?" asked Earthquake in his best voice. "I was woooondering ya name" she purred. "It's Earthquake" he growled. "What'd ya do to come over, Cooonvict?" she asked sheepishly. "None of your business furry" he prowled. The cat of nine tails did not like this, she whipped him on the head. "Ow! What was that for?" Earthquake whimpered. "Tell me what you did FLEABAG!" she scattered. Earthquake carefully swept away into his silver, hard, iron-rings-ignoring the cat. "FLEABAG! I'll find you!" she roared, then added, "After I get a cat nap" after a few constant hours, the cat of nine tails woke up and found the furry dog. "Not you again! How did you find me? I don't need any company" said the fearsome dog. "The captain told me about you and where you've been" she purred. "Humans talk?" he added. "Yeah FLEABAG!" she nodded. "Stop calling' me a fleabag" he demanded. "OK" she paused.