Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 66

The pirate ship didn’t stop. It kept driving towards us. The closer it was to us, the more nervous we were.
When the pirate ship was beside our fleet of ships, my face was almost as white as paper. The pirates shot
arrows at us. I hid behind a pillar immediately.
I went back to the cabin and painted a really creepy monster.
I took the gold out of one of the boxes and placed the monster painting inside. I delivered the box to the
pirate ship. The pirates opened it and they thought it was gold so everyone ran towards the box. One by
one, the pirates fainted because the monster was the most creepy and disgusting creature they had ever seen.
We drove our ships away.
We arrived a tropical island with the indigenous singing and dancing to welcome us. I was so happy.
I looked at the clear water and my reflection. The waves stopped.
“The water looks like my huge mirror now,” I thought.
Wait… why did I hear my sister laughing? I turned around and saw my sister laughing. I was back home! It
was definitely the best journey ever!