HI! Yeah thats actually pretty good, although you might wanna add something to it! here let me help.
Hank Morgan, born in Hartford, Connecticut, was head superintendent at a vast arms factory. There he had the means to create anything – guns, revolvers, cannons, boilers, engines, and all sorts of labor-saving machinery. If there wasn’t already a quick, newfangled way to do a thing, Hank could easily invent one. Supervising more than a thousand men had also taught Hank how to handle just about anybody – until he found himself involved with a bully named Hercules in a “misunderstanding conducted with crowbars,” and was knocked out by a “crusher” to the side of his head. When he came to, Hank was sitting under an oak tree. A man decked out in polished armor appeared and thundered toward confused, groggy Hank. After confronting him rudely, the man claimed Hank as his prisoner and took him to his court in the land of Camelot. Hank had been captured by Sir Kay of King Arthur’s Roundtable. He was presented before a court led by Merlin, the braggart magician who had helped Arthur in his rise to the throne, and it was quickly decreed that Hank Morgan should die at mid-day on June twenty-first, the year of our Lord. Certainly, King Arthur’s England was not the gallant world depicted in Fairy Tales, but a cruel, feudalistic society; and it looked as though Morgan would be a casualty of this barbaric order. But, resourceful Yankee that he was, Hank remembered that on June 21, a total eclipse of the sun had supposedly occurred. If indeed he was a nineteenth-century traveler lost in the days of chivalry, he could use this knowledge to his advantage.
Maybe add something like that you know. Glad to help
