I finally got chapter 3 done. Hope you like it.

Joe's POV:

I awoke in pain. I could hardly breath. I faintly heard a woman's voice telling me to stay still. I could feel her applying something to my back, but that only brought more pain. I moaned, which was a bad idea, considering the state I was in. I remember vividly what happened. The man, his whip getting closer, and getting whipped until the pain became so great that I passed out. I remember all those times when I was grateful to be alive at the end of our warps. This was not one of those times. I wish I was dead, but in vain. I am, sadly, alive. Do all slaves have to put up with this? I hope not. That would explain, though, why they'd run away. Running away. That's what the guys thought I was doing. Now, because of me, Sam and Fred are in jail, and I'm stuck here. "It will take a miracle to get out of this one," I couldn't help but think to myself. I heard the woman saying something to me, which brought me back to reality. " Now, you just rest here for awhile, and get your strength back. Them white men don't want to buy no weak slaves." The woman then went to the other side of the room. I was lying there when her words hit me. I was going to be bought! I looked back at the woman in horror and asked, " What do you mean by the white men buying slaves?" She looked back at me like I asked a stupid question and answered, " We aint on this ship for a cruise, young man, we are here for the slave auction. Slave auction! I'm doomed!

Freddi's POV:

I had to find the book, but where could it be? Night was coming, and I had been walking all day. I don't like night that much. It gets really dark. I hate the dark. I need somewhere to stay for the night, but where? I see a house down the street, and wonder if they might let me stay there. Its worth a shot. I go up to the house, and knock on the door. A lady opens it, and smiles warmly at me. That is a good sign. I ask if I may spend the night, and she agrees. What luck! She even asks if I may eat with her. I realize that I am famished. I hadn't eaten all day. I sit down at the table, and I am surprised to see myself being served by slaves. This must be a plantation! I look at the scars on them, and I start to think that the lady isn't that nice anymore. I feel its cruel to own slaves. I am quiet for the rest of the meal, and retire right after. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Gulp.

Fred's POV:

I hate it here. The food stinks, and don't get me started on the beds! Sam is doing a horrible job at getting us out of here. He has stopped trying and is now going to sleep. I want to tell him that night is the best time to escape, but the guard is keeping a very close eye on us. Our luck. Maybe if I pretend to sleep, he might get bored and fall asleep. It happens all the time in movies. I turn around and stay still. After awhile, I hear snoring behind me. Yes! Now I have to wake up Sam and we can get out of here. Wait, we still don't have a way out of here. Drats. I turn around and look for something that might give me an idea. I see the guard, his wonderful food (way better than our slop), the table, some chairs, a paperclip a few inches away from our cell, a mouse- Wait! A paperclip! Another thing they use in movies. I reach out and find that I am barely able to slide it over closer to me. Great! Now all I have to do is straighten it out, and try to pick the lock. I wake Sam up, covering his mouth before he can make a sound, and stick the paperclip in the lock. I jiggle it around some, and the lock opens. I almost whoop in victory. I always knew that is a good thing to watch TV. Now we can get out of here, but then what? We slip outside, and are thrilled to discover a forest right next to the jailhouse. A stupid place to build this, but convenient for us. Now to find Joe and Freddi…