Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 185

Ming Treasure Voyages
Kennedy School, Roberts, Poppy - 10
April 3rd, 1421
It was a dark and stormy night, the wind was blowing in my face and through my hair frantically. I had no
choice, I had to keep going. If I stopped, I would be letting my whole family, team and village down, not
only to mention we would be letting our enemies, the Dead End Pirates, win this battle. I needed to get it, I
needed to find the treasure.
May 26th, 1441
My grandmother died was I was a baby, she was the leader of our pack. She had kept our legend up, she
inspired many people to go out into the world and find hidden treasure and to stand up to any enemies you
may have. On April 3rd, 1421, our treasure was stolen by the pirates. It was all calm that night, peaceful and
relaxing, that’s what we thought it was anyway. Round about midnight, the pirates struck, they climbed in
through my grandmothers bedroom and looked in all of her 3 drawers. They couldn’t find anything, until
they opened the last drawer because in that drawer was a big colourful box, painted in the most magnificent
colours and beautiful stars stuck all around it. When the pirates finally managed to open the box (with much
difficulty and struggle) they took a super quick glance at the treasure and ran out, taking the treasure with
them and setting the alarm off as they ran. My grandmother woke up at the sound of the alarm immediately.
Then, as quick as a flash, everyone woke up, the village guards were up and all ready searching for the
treasure because that is the only thing anybody would ever want. When they found out that the treasure had
been stolen, my grandmother was in serious pain, struggling with anxiety and the anxiousness of finding it.
The next day, she made up her mind to go to the ocean, alone, in search of the pirates and her stolen
treasure. She wasn’t prepared at all, my mother begged her not to go but, she didn’t listen. She went off
alone. A couple of weeks later, when she didn’t return, the police and a group of people went in search for
her, but they didn’t find her, all they found was her dead body lying on the floor near a big, green oak tree
at the edge of the water. Her body had been pulled apart and teeth marks were visible. Not only had the
pirates stolen the treasure, they had also stolen her heart.
Present Day
“It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair” I moaned out loud in my bedroom. “It wasn’t her fault the treasure
was stolen, it was completely and utterly the pirates fault.” I had just read about my family’s history and
found out about a famous female explorer who was my ancestor. I was so upset about the whole situation,
finding out that she had run off to fight the pirates and had to gain the treasure back by herself. I was
frightened when I thought about it, just imagining how scared she must have been and what a difficult
decision it was for her. To stay here where it is safe, or go off into the ocean in a wrecked old sailboat in
search for the treasure, knowing that if she left, she may never return. My dream is that someday I will be
famous and to accomplish my dream I have go off into the ocean and defeat the pirates as well as gaining
that treasure back. Somehow, I don’t know how, but somehow, I intend to.
The next morning I awoke at 2:30 because of ancestor. In my dream I saw her, lying in her bed, knowing
that she is already dead and speaking to me. She said that I should go off onto the ocean, alone, and find the
hidden treasure and kill or capture pirates. If this was somebody else in my dream I would immediately
would have gone back to sleep, but this was the ancestor that I had just read about so without any
hesitation, I packed my duffel bag at the speed of lightining, ran out of my room and encouraged my pet
dog, Lucy, to come with me. As I dashed out of the Bel Air gates, with my bag on my back and Lucy
trotting at my heels, I began to wonder if this was such a great idea, but, like I said, it was my ancestor
visiting me in my dream, so I walked down the little Bel Air hill with wonderful grace and with an extra big
smile on my face.
As I opened the dark and crooked old gate that lead to the boatyard, I heard the whistling of the trees swish
behind me. I thought it was just the wind but a couple of minutes later it happened again, and again, and
again. The trees were swaying side to side faster than ever now,it was like somebody was hiding in those
trees.Then, as I turned to look at big bushes,a hand went out the bushes and then back in. All of a sudden a
thought exploded into my brain,I knew what it was,I needed to run. I ran past the the trees and bushes as
fast as my little legs would take me. It was them, it was the pirates. Behind me, I could hear the footsteps
and my heart thumping. How was I supposed to get the treasure? I needed to. I was about to start a new
chapter on the Ming Tales Voyages. Everbody now depended on me.