Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 149

“I am the Zheng He.” Zheng declared.
“We believe we have something that you want.” Snarled one pirate, as a man was thrust forward. He had
very long hair, a long beard and looked much darker but there was no mistaking who it was…
“Chang Ze?” Uttered Zheng in disbelief. “Is it really you?”
Zheng staggered forward and the men hugged, many questions were exchanged.
However, when Zheng looked up again there were no pirates or ship in sight. “Where have they all gone?”
Zheng asked.
“Don’t worry about that.” Said Chang.
Chang and Zheng spent the whole afternoon talking about the last ten years, it felt so good to have his best
friend back, he couldn’t believe it. He went to go and get Chang some rice as he seemed very thin. On his
way to the kitchen, Zheng bumped into Wang and told him the brilliant news of the black ship and his
friend being returned. Wang couldn’t believe it and ran to the top deck to greet Chang but he was nowhere
to be seen. “That’s strange.” Thought Wang, as he ran up to the captain’s booth to ask if they had seen
anything as they can see everything from up there.
“No sir, no ships or any pirates. Fortunately, we have barely seen another ship at all today and Sir, Zheng
He has been sitting there alone all afternoon…”
“Alone?”
“Yes sir, alone.”