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Tea Tax
Brian, Age 12, Easton, CT

“Stupid taxes!” I yelled aloud. “If I don’t want to pay taxes, then I can’t drink tea!” I screamed, getting madder and madder. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea, to join a couple of men who were to dump tea into the harbor as a protest.

As I was sprinting down the dusty road toward the harbor, my jerkin flowed behind me. The freezing air actually hurt, almost like I was hit with an angry clenched fist. The Sons of Liberty and I were disguised as Mohawk Indians, but I think we still did a poor job disguising ourselves. We planned to dump as much tea as we can into the Boston Harbor all night.

We quietly walked, coming closer and closer with every step. We saw the crew jump off the boat because they were ready to rest. There were bushes nearby, so the Sons of Liberty and I jumped into them once the crew walked by. Luckily, we didn’t make any noise- even the twigs under our feet were silent. We waited until there was dead silence and then we came out. Then, we walked over toward the harbor until we could just make out the shadowy boxes up on the boats.

As we walked up the pier, the waves were lapping up against the wood. The air was cold against our bare skin, as it was late December. We hopped up onto the boat, and silently walked toward the boxes of tea. “Okay, get ready to start unloading the tea,” said Samuel Adams. Plunk!!! The sound of the first chest of tea slowly sinking into the icy cold water. The sound made me extremely nervous, streaks of sweat rolling down my face. “Well, I had better get started,” I murmured. The chests of tea were exceedingly heavy and we had trouble pushing them off the boat and into the harbor. It was very hard to make absolutely no sound while pushing 342 chests of tea into the ocean throughout the night. There were grunts and yelps and cries of “We are almost finished!”. We were determined to protest the tax on the tea. We worked all through the night till the sun started to rise. “Our work here is done,” said Samuel Adams.

As we walked off the boat, we walked with confidence. “We had better hurry home so the British do not find us,” Adams said. So we all went our separate ways. Well, at least that’s over, I thought. I never want to do anything that nerve-wracking again.

 
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