Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 297

His voice was still loud and bold, but somewhat I resolved to detect slight tenderness in his words at that
single moment.
So everything was fine, and everyone was safe. Thanks to the protection from the cannons!
“Where do you think you are going? You better hide back to the small cabin before you get caught and
held captive” The captain directed his notes of threat to me,” the cabin is the safest place!”he remarked.
“Sir, do you mean the button…”
“As long as you are safe, there isn't much to share.”
So me being safe...Thanks to the “peculiar” protection of… captain!
Before I recover from the astonishment of the mess and “invisible war” and cleared my mind about whether
to be grateful for whatever the crew had done to me, the rather familiar and forceful tone showed up once
again,
“Ahoy, Those at the dungbie, get your limbs and ready and don't bring your sleepish mind here and chew
your own knuckles.”
I gradually walked towards the edge of the ship, admiring the magnificent view of the vast Ocean. There
was literally no end for the sea, boundless sea.
I heard some gentle footsteps approaching me, and a large palm grasp hold of my shoulders,“Hey lad, lots of
great tales on this ship. As well as horror stories. Most of which, characters fell off the ship, straight into the
sea. If you don't get your hands off those rails, gentleman, you'll be the next one.”
“Aye aye sir. As well as legend of a grumpy and great captain.” I replied merrily.
“Up to you, but my pleasure. That shall stay secret.” He jokingly commented.
Greater stories are readied to be unfolded.