Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 128

The Doomed Voyage
Harrow International School Hong Kong, Hill-Wood, Wilfred - 10
A solemn evening washed over the deck. We had embarked on a perilous journey to India. The road would
be very long and arduous, full of deadly perils. The weather picked up on the crew’s mood. Stormy clouds
cackled as the rain attacked us . I looked into the dreary horizon . Would we succeed ? I clung to the old,
dilapidated rail. We would have a perilous journey ahead of us and we would make it to, India. Lightning
crackled, the wind howled, thunder roared and the boat set off into the dead of night…
The sun beamed, feeding on our cheerful mood. The waves subsided, it was as if grim was unknown. One
figure stood out from the rest. Compared to the others he was a god. He stood imposing, towering over us.
He was admiral Zheng and he would lead us to India.
Boom! Fear shook the deck , “ Pirates!” the lookout cried in alarm. An arrow whizzed over my head. I
drew my sword and strode into a legion of pirates, slashing at them, showing them no mercy. They were
hurting my home and I was not going to let anyone hurt my home. I was invincible. My confidence
allowed the my cabin mates to come back and fight, it was like a battle horn. A ghastly pirate rose the last
one of the pack. His expression was an amusing one, as if he didn’t care if most of his fellow pirates were
silenced. His sinister grin angered me, forcing me to lunge out at him, only then did I realise the truth. He
was holding up the admiral’s head, coated in blood. I thrust my dagger out, allowing his corpse fall off the
deck. Tears glistened down my cheek. I stared in horror at the carnage of the battlefield. I mourned for my
lost friends and fed the pirate’s bodies to the sharks. I felt a twinge of guilt, then shoved it away. They were
hurting my home, and I wasn’t going to let them. “ Set course for India,” I yelled!
Dark clouds hovered, casting their anger towards us, only then did I know the truth. The ambush had
turned into a massacre. An army of dark figures leapt onto the deck, polluting with pirates. “ Stand strong!”
I bellowed, the crew’s confidence was gone. It crumbled like sand. I attempted to reach the lifeboats, our
only saviour. Only then did I realise our doomed defat. I tumbled into the lifeboat. My eyes were welled
with tears. My ears blocked the anguished screams of the sailors, the cackling of the pirates. I was a sitting
duck out there in the ocean. An arrow ran towards me, embedding itself in my forehead. My eyes rolled
out, everything went black and it was the cursed voyage, the doomed voyage…
“Ugh!” I crawled out of the wreckage. Was I the only survivor? A dense, deep forest lay before me. The
vines gnarled around my feet, the fog clouded my vision. The only bright aspect was the bird’s chorus
echoing around me, like a microphone in a tunnel. The sun penetrated my skin. The wind rustled my hair.
I was deserted and alone would I survive? ...
I settled down, nourishing on the last of the goat I had captured. I caught the aroma of fire burning, it
reminded me of the taste of a sweet, succulent meal in a warm place not on a island scavenging for food. I
was a beggar on the streets of this city. Thunder rumbled! I drew my dagger and charged of into the night.
I froze, fell in agony, it was a hundred bullets invading around my body. Rivers of blood ,sweat and tears
fell from my eyes. I was going to make it, I urged.
I woke up with a shudder to find myself in a think net. I struggled to turn around. My feet bound
together, handcuffs had engulfed me. I was hurt physically but mentally as well. My proud navy, I had set
off with men, ships gifts. All was left was me. My throat was choked with emotion. I glanced down to see a
horde of barbarians crowding around me.
I was desperate. The chief replied by banging his chest swinging his two axes which spun around in his
hand. I was outnumbered, I was unarmed. I have no hope left. I was the mouse and he was the cat. He
lunged at me cutting my prison in half. I leapt out donging his powerful strikes. They formed a ring around
me, moved in for the kill. My heart pounded. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. He raised his axe
up…
The horn sounded. I looked up, incredulous. I had never been happier to see a ship before. “Climb
aboard,” I dived to port escaping the battle raging behind me. I had dodged the battle but I couldn’t evade
destiny. The leader charged towards me, a bull was charging towards me. My pulse sped up, my reactions
quickened. I felt if I had been pumped with energy. He charged to me in slow-motion, I easily ducked.
He fell, he fell of the waterfall. His eyes were blazing with fire, anger towards me as his head submerged. I
took charge of the wheel and lead my army out of the battle..
I was lust on dreams of glory, a massacre towards these creatures, who had broken me so much. I charged
out, my men behind me following my bloodthirsty brain. I left no survivors. I traveled on, to India.