Imagine you are one of the chiefs of the cavalry riding behind Lord Ullin. You and your men ride for three days at the end of which you reach the shore. Narrate your experience as you witnessed a father lamenting the loss of his child, in the form of a diary entry.
26th March 20XX
10 pm
Lord Ullin’s anger knew no bounds. He couldn’t reconcile his daughter’s elopement with the chieftain of Ulva island. He wanted to catch them and put her lover to death. We were behind him. After three days of hard riding we reached the spot. We could see a boat caught among the stormy sea and the scowling sky. There we saw Lord Ullin wailing bitterly. He was crying most pathetically urging them to come back. He even gave an assurance Jo forgive them. But it was too late and therefore, in vain. The violent and the stormy sea engulfed the boat with its occupants. Lord Ullin was crying to see his beautiful daughter lying dead on the shore. One hand was extended for help and other hand was around her lover. Never had I seen such a heart-rending and tragic sight in my life before.