Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 183

“Jia? Kit?” Wei shouted, his lumbering footsteps getting closer as he waved a torch in the air. Behind him, a
few more members of the crew followed, their torches raised as they stared us inquisitively.
“You two sure are lucky,” He grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth. “General Zheng managed to hold the
King and other important members of Ceylon captive, forcing their armies to retreat.”
Behind him, suspicious whispers and accusations filled the air, all directed to the one girl on this ship: Me.
Still, I held my head high, gathering the remnants of my cloak in my palms as I steadied my gaze on the
members of the crew.
“Where are we headed now?” Kit asked, sheathing his sword back to the side of his waist. He was still
bleeding, but with proper bandaging, he would be alright.
“Nanjing,” Wei grinned, slapping Kit on the back. “Your hometown, Kit.”
“Who are you?” One of the crew members questioned, his eyes narrowing at my ashen state. I knew I
looked hideous, with a bloody gash, tattered clothes and greasy hair. Still, I felt proud and brave, for what I
had just done.
“I’m Jia,” I replied, my voice steady and confident.