A Story Snipet!

Here's the prolouge of one of my stories. I started to write this, but then I wasn't happy with how I was writing it, so I deleted the story I had written so far but decided to keep the prolouge in case I happened to wander back to it when I became bored with other things and start to write it again. The main character is writing it.. (I think thats called first person?) He is a 16 year old boy growing up in one of the British ports that sprang up in the Caribbean during the 1700s. (Some inspiration form POTC & Amazing Grace for this.) And his name is William.
Anyway, here it is;

Prologue:
No one would believe me now if I told them I had fallen in love with a slave girl. Partly because the slave trade is over, finished now, all thanks to Mr Wilberforce. However, just a few years ago, if I had told anyone of my secret, who knows what would have happened?
Some have said that our story is similar to that of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare’s most tragic love tale. But no, our lives were nothing like that. Why? Because a tale such as that is fiction, and fiction can never be as complicated nor as harsh as real life. My life. I can still remember that first time I saw her. My eyes caught sight of her in the dark, dank gloom of the ship. Her face portrayed the most disturbing vision of trepidation that my young eyes had yet ever seen. It was as if, at that moment, I felt her pain. Regardless of what I was doing, my eyes met hers. Even now I know not why, but I am grateful for it, because within her eyes, I saw something. I saw her soul. I felt stupid soon afterwards, but I had effectuated something.
I realised, that the sixteen years I had spent upon this earth had been an absolute lie, for it was then I knew the truth; the slaves we treated like dogs were no more savage than I. I saw for them what they really were: Living, breathing, human beings.