This is the last chapter for my first story, so yay! I hope you enjoy.

Fred:

Joe was beat up pretty badly, no doubt about that. So were a ton of other slaves here, though. We asked him what happened, and he just told us that he didn't want to talk about it. That bad. We wondered how he was going to explain this to his mom, but didn't get that far with that conversation. The mean guys that tied us all up came by and told everyone to back up, and that the auction was about to start. Auction? Like, Joe was going to get sold? This was bad, very bad. Worse than the Yankee curse, that's for sure. We had no hope…

Sam's POV:

Oh man! Why didn't I remember before this? The Wildfire did slave auctions! Joe was about to get auctioned off, and Fred and I didn't have a plan. I felt so stupid, and I never feel stupid! There were five slaves in front of Joe, and two of them have already been sold. We are running out of time to think up of something. Buying was not an option, Fred and I didn't have any money. Taking Joe and running wasn't going to work, either. There were too many people there. I was hoping Fred would have one of his famous moments that would get us out of trouble, but no. It was up to me, and I didn't know what to do. Where was Freddi, I wondered. I haven't seen her since she visited us in jail. I hoped she hadn't gotten into trouble. Three slaves down, two to go before Joe. Tick tock, Sam. Whatcha gonna do? Man, this is why I should never skip breakfast! It really is the most important meal of the day. Four slaves down, one to go before Joe. I had the sudden wish to be have not gone on this warp, because then there wouldn't be any pressure on me. One slave down, now on Joe! Eeep!

Freddi's POV:

I got there as soon as Joe went up to be auctioned. Oh great, what now? I searched my pockets, and found $473 in them. Great! That could barely buy four pizzas back at home. Wait!-that would value to a lot of money in this time. Which means I still have a chance. I focused my attention back to the auction, and found the auctioneer shouting "going once…going twice…" "Four hundred seventy-two dollars", I shouted before I could think of what I was doing. I saw Fred and Sam turn and gasp at me, Joe looked relieved at me, and everyone else gawked at me like I was a tiger jumping through a hoop at the circus. The auctioneer said, "well okay. Going once…going twice…Sold! To the blondie with cash." I handed him the money and went to go get Joe. I gasped when I saw him. He had whip marks all over his back, and it didn't look pretty. I gave him a look of pity, and he gave one back before saying thanks. I rounded up the other two, and we went of to go find a secluded area where we could warp without being seen. So we went to the forest near the beach. After we were sure there was nobody around I turned back to Joe and asked if he wanted to be healed.

Joe's POV:

After Freddi bought me, we went to some woods. She checked the area, and asked me if I wanted to be healed. There were a lot of sarcastic comments that came to mind, but I decided to say, "I think that I am as healed as I'm gonna get for now." She gave this smile, like she knew more than me, and told me to take of my shirt and turn around. I asked her what she was going to do, and she pulled out a mirror from her bag and gave it to me to see. I looked through it, and saw green misty stuff coming out of her hands towards my back! All of a sudden, instead of pain, my back felt cool and better than before. I heard Sam and Fred gasp, and wondered what was going on. I couldn't see my back, only Freddi. After she was finished, I asked her what she did. She told me she healed my scars perfectly, and that I was now without a trace of ever being whipped. I couldn't thank her enough. She had done a lot for me that day. I thanked her once more as we were surrounded by green mist. She waved bye as we disappeared.

We landed on my bed, which broke the fall. Sam went back to the desk, turned to me, and asked, "What happened to my book, Joe?" I tried to remember what happened to it. I put it in my pocket of my jacket, but my jacket was taken off on the ship. I told him he didn't need to read, that we just had a history lesson, and that we should get a snack. That took his mind off of the book for now, thank goodness. Now if I could think of a better excuse for when he asks again…

The end