Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 1 | Page 15

Voyage Story
Dulwich College Beijing, Lu, Nini - 6
“I can’t believe it!” I yelled. “We’re going to Africa!” It was a sunny day on our ship, one of the Zheng
He boats. Finally, I knew where we were going. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Harry
Menzies and my father is Gavin Menzies and he is the captain. That night, the cook, who is an a expert at
cooking, made us clams and salmon for dinner. After a few weeks, the sight of land filled my eyes. “Land
ho! Land ho!” So we walked off the ship, packing everything. A new adventure was about to begin.
Soon enough, we found ourselves in a small village. “We come in peace.” said dad. Just at that moment, a
voice yelled “Charge!” Five seconds later, spears rose into the air. We began to fight with our swords. Soon
the villagers ran into their huts. “But what are we going to do next?” I asked dad. “Egypt.” He said.
“Brilliant, but why? I’m confused.” I continued. “Because then we can find some nicer people we can build
an alliance with. We can also get some other cool stuff that can’t be found in China.” “Great! Let’s go!”
Everybody chorused.
The day after the next day, we were packed up and ready to go. The ride was a long one. I have to admit,
even though I went on some really long ones before. In fact, this one was the longest ride on land I’ve had
before. It made us really thirsty and we stopped from oasis to oasis to set up our camp.
About a month later, we were in Egypt. The Nile roamed across it and the sky was as blue as an ocean.
Finally! Dad offered all kinds of things to the people, but none of them enjoyed it. Then the chief yelled
something. Amazingly, a wall made of soldiers appeared right before our eyes. A battle was starting. Soon, I
heard swords clashing, screaming and yelling. The battle seemed endless. There was a week of fighting.
Finally, the battle ended. It ended when one of our members snuck up behind the chief and scared him. He
went crazy and ran away. Seeing their leader gone, the Africans retreated and ran away. The word of victory
spread as quickly as wind. We also had a feast to celebrate. The next day, we left for our ship.
About a month later, we were back on our ship. We sailed peacefully for a day or two but on the second
day, a horde of pirates attacked. “Oh no, not again!” I yelled. My dad told me to be quiet as he gave the
signal to head forward at full speed. But the pirates were already firing their cannons. Luckily, they were
arguing about who would get to keep the loot. While they were distracted, we quickly sailed away. When
the pirates realised what happened, they yelled even louder than before. Meanwhile, we were sailing off to
China.