Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 176

This day is an exhausting day and I didn't expect the journey to be this dangerous. Today, I was so afraid that I was
going to jump to the sea to escape, but luckily it turned out to be safe.
8 th December 1409
Thunderstorm
The weather was inclement yesterday. The sky were covered in thick layers of clouds and i t was bucketing
down from dawn to dusk. We faced the gravest danger since the start.
The weather worsened in the afternoon. There were claps of thunders sending tremors on the sea and waves were
raging, tossing our boats vigorously. The glass wine bottles that we brought abroad fell and broke into fragments and
the wine spilled everywhere.
“Wait, have all of you just heard of some unusual sound? It seems like that something is going to happen...”
“FLUSH, SWOOSH!” the sound now is so obvious that all of us can hear now. As soon as we had heard the sound,
our face turned white. We knew that we were really in deep trouble.
Some sailor quickly ran down the deck to see what had happened.
“Hey! Help! Fetch me things to plug the holes!” he was swept aside by the incoming waves.
Not wanting our journey to end up tragically here, all of us were determined to plug those holes. However,
all of our boxes of goods had been used. How could we get things to repair the ship?
The waves continued to batter us and our boat finally could not withstand the force of the nature. Finally, it
tilted and all of us fell into the stormy sea.
That's what all I remembered yesterday. When I was conscious again, I found myself in a wooden hut along the
coast. When I asked the locals there, they told me that in the morning I lay in a swoon on the beach, so they decided
to bring me home.