Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 43

Dear Lana,
March 30 th , 1867.
People are blaming me, Lana.
I was the last person who was seen with the Captain, giving him his food.
Now people are suspecting me, but I didn’t do it.
My boys are standing on my side though.
Pray for me, Lana.
All my love,
Zhang Lee
Dear Lana,
April 1 st , 1867.
They arrested me.
My boys got flogged for defending me, and I was thrown in the ‘Bloodhound’ for what I haven’t done.
I’m going to get hanged tomorrow.
I honestly don’t know what to say.
This is the last letter that I can write to you, even though you are never going to read any of the others that
I wrote.
I love you, Lana Kane.
If you could see me, you would ask me why I chose to go aboard this boat.
But to be honest with you Lana, I don’t regret any of it.
Not one bit.
I love you too much to regret setting sail to see you, in your quaint little house on the hills.
Please don’t forget me, Lana.
I know that, one day, one day, you are going to find someone else, and I would be nothing, nothing but a
distant memory.
But please don’t forget me, Lana.
To the one who holds my heart,
Zhang Lee