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The Prince of Egypt is one of my all-time favorite DreamWorks movies, and Moses is one of my favorite stories ever! So I decided to make a modern-day version of the movie/story. I'm posting the first two chapters so you can read them, tell me if I should keep going, and invite your friends! (You don't have to…) I hope you enjoy it!

"MORE CEMENT!"

"PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!!"

"MELT THAT COPPER!!"

"FASTER!!"

The statue is almost complete. It will be a bigger statue than it ever was before. I've never been so proud. The whole country of Haiti will remember me by this statue. From my balcony at The White House, I smile at the soon-to-be statue of Dominic III that will be visible from the island of Gonaïves to the island of La Tortúge and from the shores of Forte Libérté to the border of the Dominican Republic.

Yes, nothing could go wrong today.

"Papa…?"

I turned around. My son, and my successor, Randall was at the door. He was only three, yet he could speak in complete sentences. "I don't see mommy anywhere."

His only problem was that he was too sensitive. The boy was wearing a T-shirt with Ton-Ton Mishar on it. He had black little shorts on and red sandals. I shall have to do something about him.

"The last time I saw her, she was in the kitchen with Auntie."

The boy practically skipped downstairs to talk to his mother. Oy. He's been with her too much for my taste. He needs to become a man.

Yvonne. My beautiful wife, Yvonne. She was pregnant with a girl. Randall needed to leave her alone. All this excitement about my huge statue was making her weary. "You have statues in every part of Haiti!" she had said. "Why would you need to build another one?"

She had a point. It was just this sense of male pride that she wouldn't understand, being female and all. I had left the room without an answer. Women.

I started humming the national anthem, while listening to "Party by the Sea" by Wyclef playing loudly on the downtown streets. I think it would be best if we took a vacation to our beach-house in Cormier. That would be a break from all that Kompa and Hip-Hop playing out in the streets all the time. Why did The White House have to be in the middle of the downtown area?

"Monsieur," Joseph Alcove said at the door. Just the man I wanted to see.

"Sir, I'm here with some news. The population of Basin de Noir has grown increasingly. The island soon won't be big enough to hold their entire populace."

Stupid Basin de Noir. That is the only land in the Caribbean that is uncivilized and old-fashioned. They have no president, no system of government, NOTHING. The only thing they have is a name for their island. Their population has grown so drastically, that some of them have brought their families here illegally. We were trying to put a stop to that. So far, there has been a cease fire between us and them, and I intend to keep it that way. I looked at Alcove.

"Alcove, my dear friend," I said patting his shoulder. "You have been a dear friend to my family, and have been at my side since the school days." Alcove had a suspicious look on his face.

"Can I trust you?" I continued.

"With my very life, sir," he said hesitantly.

"I was thinking about spending a few days off at my house in Cormier," Alcove's eyes widened. I continued, "I am now putting you in charge of what happens here for a week. If anything should go out of hand, you have my Digicel."

He nodded. He was such a good friend.

I headed down to the kitchen where Yvonne and my sister-in-law were watching "I Love You Anne". When Yvonne saw me come in, she struggled to get up, but I held up a hand.

"Honey," I said. "We're going on a little vacation."

It's been three days. Yanic, my sister-in-law couldn't stop talking. Randall was asleep in his room. Yvonne was out on the balcony. Our body-guards were watching the soccer match in the little house outside. This was peaceful indeed. I had always been a country person, and grew up in Jacmel. I insisted Randall be born in the same place.

As president of Haiti, I had a right to do such things. Many people called me a dictator. Many people called me insane. Single-handedly, I made myself life-long president, and my son would be president after me, instead of a Vice-President. I was Dominic III, and no one messed with me. And I was on my way to a plan to conquer those uncivilized people of Basin de Noir. If only I knew what that plan was.

When Yanic was finally out of sight, Yvonne came inside. "I hate it when she talks so much," she said. I chuckled. We sat down on our bed. "I am so tired."

I was too. I put one arm around her shoulders and one on her growing belly. "How long?" I whispered into her ear.

"Six more months." Six more months until I have a beautiful baby girl.

"I've already thought of a few names for her," I said innocently.

"What are they?"

"Dominica; Randalla; Gravette……"

"You're horrible!" she said playfully swatting at me.

"Hey, you have to admit, Dominica is a good name!"

"It is," she said thoughtfully. "But I was thinking of naming her Rebecca."

"Rebecca it is, then." I brushed her cheeks with my mouth. The privilege of being married. In moments all my troubles were forgotten.

The bad news came around dinner time.

I got a phone call from Alcove. He sounded breathless.

"Dominic!" he cried. Besides my family, he was the only one who could call me Dominic. "The people are revolting! A whole ship of them came down here! They started attacking the capitol!"

"Handle it, Alcove," I said between bites of chicken. "I'm having dinner."

"But Dominic!" he yelled. "They're setting fire to the whole area!"

"This is an island. We have water. Deal with it, man!"

"But Dominic," His voice was calm, and sent a chill down my spine. "They took down your statues. All of them."

I choked on a chicken bone. "Even the big one?"

"Even the big one."

That was too much! I stood up from the table.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Yvonne looked worried.

"Chaos. Tons of chaos downtown. Yanic, you in charge."

"It's about time," she muttered.

"Honey, I'm going with you!"

"Do you hear yourself? You, a pregnant woman, coming with me to go downtown in the middle of chaos? Ridiculous!"

If she was offended, I didn't mind. "Take care of Randall for me," I said instead. With that, I summoned the body guards and we were on our way to downtown Port-au-Prince.

This nonsense with the people of Basin de Noir will stop once and for all!!

That's the first chapter!

NOTE: The Island of "La Tortúge" is actually "Tortuga" in English. Yes, that was the island mentioned in all 3 Pirates movies. It is a part of Haiti, but the island where they shot the Tortuga scenes was not on the actual island.

All the places mentioned in this chapter are real EXCEPT Basin de Noir. I made that one up.

When Dominic mentions "Digicel", he is talking about a Haitian cell-phone company. His phone was registered for Digicel.

For all you Haitians out there, this is not real!! I am not making fun of You-Know-Who!!!

With all due respect,

Captain C.A. Noir

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