Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 39

Yi Long snorted. “I have been watching Xiang Jing Yuen 24/7. Have you yet realized that I am a very bad
sailor? I never learned the art of sailing, I was meant for military and I have been educated in that.” He
puffed out his chest and boasted “I am the leader of the Emperor Yongle’s army” before returning to the
subject. “ Xiang Jing Yuen has been sneaking around the island for days, carrying the box of ornate brass.
Did that idiot think nobody would see him?”
Suddenly he stopped, besides the entrance to another cave. He ran his hand across the wall. Slowly his hand
traced the Chinese word Bao: Treasure. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice sounding like a little child, growing
more and more excited. “This is the cave”
I entered, slowly aware that there was nothing in the the room. “Are you sure this is the right room,” I
asked cautiously stepping into the room. It wasn’t a low room just a normal room. Like all the others it was
so dark it was like looking through a blind man’s eye.
Suddenly I tripped again. Yi long caught hold of me, preventing me from hurting myself again. When I
regained my balance, Yi long bent down and slowly opened the box. The glistening pearls inside made me
gasp in surprise. Xiang Jing Yuen really had stolen the treasure!
Yi Long slowly closed the lid and we stepped outside. But just then, we heard a faint growling sound.
Something not human was angry ...