Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 291

“The lost treasure of Mind treasure voyages!”
“We can enjoy uncomparable wealth once we sell them.”
The sailors were discussing happily about what to do with the amazing and legendary chest. But I begged to
differ, “gentlemen, these might be remains from the voyages. They are of high historical value, we should
bring them home to glorify the contribution of the team rather than focusing on materialistic well being.”
The captain displayed his discontent towards my view by dragging me violently and locking me in my
room, keeping me away from the precious jewels. He warned me, “Lad, you better not interfere our lives
and work, this is real business, and we're keeping the flow going. Don't you let nonsense come out from
your mouth ever again. You shall not hornswoggle us.”
“ All hands hoay! We have to keep moving.” The captain clearly ordered.
After a short while, a gentle bump followed several seconds later by stronger rolling shaking started, I felt
like a sudden large jolt followed quickly. I knew clearly we were on a ship, not on land, so we we're clearly
not experiencing earthquake.
Once again, I decided to sneak out of the room. However, the door is tightly locked and shut. All I could
hear and “comprehend” from the chaotic movement is that our ship might be under attack.
Unable to escape from the enclosed area, I used all my might to move the simple wooden furnitures to the
walls as blockade.
When I attempted to move the desk, I realized it stuck to the ground perseveringly, as if it is rooted from
the thin wooden floor. Panicked and discouraged， I stumbled on the stubborn layer.
I kicked something. Something round, something that bounced back.. it felt just like a button!
Surprised,I crouched down and discovered a little stud rising from the floor. Its colour matched that of the
floor perfectly, merging into it in perfect disguise. In other words, it was camouflaged totally.
In doubt, but with no other choices or alternatives ，I deliberately pressed it. A trap door opened gradually,
until a passageway appeared in front of me. Without hesitation, I hopped into the seemingly dark and
endless tunnel.
The passageway was unexpectedly smooth. Not rugged at all, the experience of crawling in it reminded me
of the happy times which I held vague memories towards, the time when I got to crawl and fall into the
arms of my loving family as a toddler.
Not long, I sensed an elevation of the path, as well as seeing a tiny spot of light. From this, I was motivated
and energised, figuring out that there was a way for me to escape, and perhaps, to help the fellow workers
on the deck.
Out of my expectations, the pathway led to the deck directly. I saw rows of cannons placed at both sides of
the cargo ship.
“Launch the cannon, and...shoot!” The powerful voice of the captain rang again, penetrating my ears and
mind.
“Sir, what was going on?” I anxiously asked.
“Those brats were trying to steal from us, but luckily my babies did a good job and shed us from threat.”
The man proudly announced their short and temporary victory.