Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 147

‘Dad! We have to stop them! This is horrible, we’ll get killed!’ Ling shouted to her father over the
sounds of the battle. ‘Stop this!’
But Shen took no notice of his daughter’s words. He grabbed his sword and charged towards Ebit like a
madman. Shen was very gifted at sword-fighting, but Ebit was good at it too. The two leaders began to
fight furiously. Ling couldn’t watch them for more than a few seconds - she was too terrified.
‘I have to do something,’ she thought desperately, trying to hatch a plan. Suddenly the wooden houses
caught her eyes and a plan began to form in Ling’s mind. She quickly grabbed a bow and some arrows, lit a
fire on the latter and shot them at the wooden palace. Luckily, all of them landed right on the balcony of the
palace. It took a while for Ebit to realize that his palace was on fire, and when he finally did, he was very
mad.
‘My treasure is going to be burnt! Put the fire out!’ he yelled at his men. They rushed for buckets of sea
water immediately, completely forgetting about Shen and his men. By the time Ebit remembered with a jolt
of his previous fight with Shen, the Raven had already sailed away.
‘I’ll have you next time, Shen! I’ll get you!’ he roared at the sea.
Although some of the men were injured in the battle, luckily nobody was killed. Shen was hugely
relieved after hearing this news.
‘I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, Ling. I guess you should read the map for me in the future, I really am
hopeless,’ Shen said, sighing slightly.
They reached their destination at last. While Ling was happily assisting the poor people on the island, she
couldn’t help reflecting that it would be a lot easier to do so if they had lived a little nearer to Ling’s home.
She promised to follow her father every time he went to help others, so that she could also be brave and
have a heart of gold.