Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 132

villagers were very welcoming and kind. They accepted our gifts of gold and silk, whilst showering us with local
delicacies and gifting us with meticulously crafted ceramics. Our exchange seemed to have peaked interest from villagers
because they gathered around us, some small children staring in awe at the mounds of silk and gold in front of them. It
was a heartwarming moment that remains ever clear in my memory.
However, we soon decided to leave. This was a struggling village full of hardworking people, they had to
return to the markets or the forests or the river to provide for each other. So, our hearts still beating fast with
excitement, we headed back to the ship, more ready than ever to continue on our journey. As the boat began to pull
away from the shore I was proud to see the ecstatic faces of my crew full of determination to complete the voyage
ahead and to do some good in the world. The coast slowly faded away as our crew settled in, our ship now three crates
of precious metals and ten rolls of silk lighter. Confidently, I stood at the foremast, looking out into the distance, feeling
the flying sea spray caressing my cheeks, basking in the friendly sun.
I am the Captain here and I will complete my adventure.