Free Narrative Essays: The Boston Tea Party

Boston Tea Party Numb, cold, terrified, and anxious. Waiting there, clustered in a group with the other men, these are the four things I was feeling (literally and emotionally). The plan was finalized, everyone knew what to do, and we were hiding behind a large building, the boats already in sight. Everyone was ready to go. Except for me. We were all in disguises, unrecognizable as average colonists, rather than the noticeable Sons of Liberty. There were three different groups, one group to invade each of the three different ships. I was set to board the Dartmouth with Paul Revere, James Swan, John Fulton, and a number of other colonists whose names I did not know. Paul whispered to us, “Everyone knows the plan, correct?” A chorus of hushed

So we set off across the open street to the harbor. We were instructed to stroll around the street in small groups, pretending to chat with each other. Then we would sneak onto our designated ship one group at a time. I was strolling around making light conversation with a disguised James Swan when he said, “Oliver, go!”
So before I processed what was happening, James was pulling me by the elbow and we were sprinting towards the Dartmouth. We sat with the other 6 in between chests of tea until the remaining 42 men were on board. As we sat there waiting, I began to calm down a bit. We had met no resistance when boarding the ship, but at the same time, I couldn’t get rid of the small knot of fear in my stomach.
After about fifteen more minutes, everyone in our group was on the ship. We began hauling the chests onto the deck, careful not to knock anything else out of place or to scuff the deck. We split the chests open one by one and dumped the tea into the harbor. We continued this for the next two and a half hours, dragging, splitting, dumping. My hands began to cramp. My foot kept getting caught on a broken floorboard, making me trip and fall. But eventually, finally, all one hundred fourteen chests of tea had been emptied and