Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 548

Just a few hours later, a boat approached them, from far away, it was normal, but when it got closer, Oliver
could sense something, something very familiar. "Oh no, not again!" Oliver groaned. They ignored the
boat, hoping that it would do the same, it didn't. It got closer and closer until there was only 1/2 meter of
space between, the crew jumped onto their ship, trying to take the Parkers with them. They succeeded in
kidnapping Mr. Parker, and Mrs. Parker and Oliver succeeded in destroying all the chaos. This time, the
pen turned into a jelly like vortex, a perfect portal for trapping disorder inside.
The next 1/2 day was devastating without Mr. Parker, fortunately for them, an easily recognizable
ship came into view, the very boat that had Mr. Parker on it.
"Dad!" Oliver screamed, excited.
"I fainted when they got me when I awoke, you were far from view, but I knew where to steer the boat so
that I could get to Luxor, and perhaps meet up with you."
After an average day, they finally arrived at Luxor. Oliver and Mrs. Parker enjoyed the scenic views, the
local food, and of course, the history. Meanwhile, Mr. Parker went on a dig near the Valley of Kings with
some local archeologists. It was an enjoyable trip, not considering their trip, though that was pretty exciting.